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The scene,translucence transformed now seen and heard.Each inflection
injected with pregnant pause where accent and dialect and emphasis brings clarity of thought.Voiced alone,words once dead, black on white,now rest within the hearer’s ear.Once imagined sounds,a unique reality.
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