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Recent addition to list of sounds I am not likely to soon forget.
The piercing, high-pitched, desperate, trilled screams of a baby raccoon caught without shelter in a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. It sounds like distilled panic. Apparently rain + baby raccoon = bad thing.
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Inside every man lives the seed of a flower.
If he looks within he finds beauty and power.
I am not sorry.
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