{"id":28884,"date":"2012-09-25T10:11:46","date_gmt":"2012-09-25T08:11:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/?p=28884"},"modified":"2012-09-25T13:16:53","modified_gmt":"2012-09-25T11:16:53","slug":"night-sounds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/night-sounds\/","title":{"rendered":"Night Sounds"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I was a kid I imagined the sound of night to be wind in the branches and the beat of firefly wings.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

As a teen I imagined it to be the breath of the sleeping.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Night in New York where the quiet hours were never so quiet, was always a conversation, muffled and rich.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

In LA it was the tinkle and chime of a distant party.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Today, if I close my eyes after 2 or so, wherever I am, night is always full of keyboards… clicking away, endlessly, out there in the dark.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Raul Gutierrez<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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When I was a kid I imagined the sound of night to be wind in the branches and the beat of firefly wings. As a teen I imagined it to be the breath of the sleeping. Night in New York where the quiet hours were never so quiet, was always a conversation, muffled and rich. … L\u00e6s videre Night Sounds<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n