The hum of the fan dissolves into the hum of the city beyond my window, and soon, my feet carry me outside — into the concrete veins of this place that never stops pulsing.
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Memory Through Sound
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The hum of the fan dissolves into the hum of the city beyond my window, and soon, my feet carry me outside — into the concrete veins of this place that never stops pulsing.