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| While walking in the park it’s never silent. There is no single  | While walking in the park it’s never silent. There is no single moment when there is nothing to be heard. | ||
| Moreover I have the feeling, that sounds, voices and other noises are becoming even louder when you are focused and you’re listening closer to them.   | Moreover I have the feeling, that sounds, voices and other noises are becoming even louder when you are focused and you’re listening closer to them.   | ||
| It becomes almost overwhelming the more you focus; there is no real silence, no second,  | It becomes almost overwhelming the more you focus; there is no real silence, no second,   | ||
| Everything’s alive. | Everything’s alive. | ||
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| [[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]]  and traces of the sun, carved as shadows on the ground of the walking path.   | [[File:Bildschirmfoto 2021-05-13 um 12.21.16.png|400px]]  and traces of the sun, carved as shadows on the ground of the walking path.   | ||
| When I look closer I see that everything is in a transition state, in a transformation process, and and some of these transformations will leave traces, some will not.  | |||
| I just realize everything I see and hear it’s just a momentary state, it will never last forever. | |||
| I hold the fragile soft beechnut shell in my hand and I don’t want to let it go. | |||
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