Waves crashing against the rocks
Wind blowing through the open window
A jar of fairy dust opening
A bell ringing, so an angle can get it's wings
Leave beng crunched, only because it was steped on
Leaping, to hear the wind in your hair
Jump roping, to hear the chears
Music, my secound favorite sound
My family's voice, favorite.
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