6.29.22 // Song of My Soul

The song of my soul.
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It is the culmination of all my experiences played in unison.
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It is the sound of the grass rustling in the Maasai Mara.
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It is the sound of a spring waterfall in eastern Tennessee.
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It is the sound of Scout's playful bark when she is just waking up.
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It is the sound of my open car windows driving to Stinson Beach, just north of San Francisco, where the breeze brings the scent of the sweet eucalyptus trees that line the road.
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It is the sound of smooth rocks skipping over the clear waters of Convict Lake in Mammoth Lakes.
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It is the sound of friend's voice notes sent with life updates or incredible theories on being.
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It is the sound of an airplane's engine firing up with the promise of a new horizon.
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It is the sound of Taylor’s voice when he is explaining the beautiful intricacies of a new food landscape.
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It is the sound of "Real Love Baby" by Father John Misty or "California" by the Lil Smokies being played on repeat.
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It is the sound of my footsteps on the trail no matter how fast or how slow they are moving.
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It is the sound of a deep sigh of contentment that grounds me calmly in the present.
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A song of memories, moments, and places that will always play true and will always play strong.