On one of the first warm Spring days this year my husband opened our bedroom window about 3 inches. It’s now August and that window has remained open since that day. As I lay on my bed the other night listening to the sounds coming through that window, I reflected upon the fact that there had been many an evening that I had done that very thing. I made a mental list of the multitude of different sounds I’d heard…
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By LoriGraceH