I was in a quiet little city and someone new there was talking about how nice it was when the train rolled through because otherwise it was eerily quiet around. Someone who'd lived there a long time commented that when the train rolled through it was so loud that you couldn't hear the music. When it was really quiet around and you listened closely you could hear the subtle sounds of the town and distant accordions playing a pleasant waltz.

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