Loud clanging metal
An unholy tympany
Garbage truck at work
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I was reading this as the recycling truck passed by… same “music” 😉
Fun to hear we are in sync. 🙂
We are!
haven’t heard that music for years – can’t say I miss it
Loved this one, it certainly rang true with me. Every Wednesday morning.
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A big contrast
It was. 🙂
Thought of the many places I had lived and how one constant and familiar sound shared by all…the clang of the garbage truck. Thank you.
It’s funny the things that bind us humans – probably in much of the world.