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Lying on the stone slab next to the creek, I feel the hardness of the rock, the coolness of the air. My hat over my face, I pause, trying to block out the world. The water rushing beside me with its great sound now moves over me, around me, through me. The ear is only a tool. What hears when the body has moved on?