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Pollution can come in many forms. Perhaps the least thought of is noise. The city is never still; there is always the sounds of traffic, trains, construction and crime. The constant hum of engines. The daily beating of metal on metal; with the hourly sirens sprinkled on the top. It kept me awake when I first arrived; the endless buzz rattled through my head like bees in a hive. At every call from the red and blue lights I would be up, wild panic. But now I don’t hear it. I’ve forgotten it’s there, like the beating of my heart.
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