In the philosophy faculty library many individuals were studying, each utterly engrossed in their lofty thinking puzzles, rhetoric, or otherwise seemingly impractical application of complex cognitive tasking. A crescendo in the patter of rain falling upon the roof made traitor our loyalty to thought as we stopped—
and listened.
Oh, the appreciation of sound.
The little things in life get you through the day.
you are so insightful and profound.
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