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The blind swayed with the soft breeze, and the delicate breath of wind smelled of freshly cut grass. I took a deep breath, listened, and glanced out the window. I could hear the sound of a lawn mower off in the distance. It was a poetic sound that blended aggressively with the sounds of cars moving past the house and children playing in the nearby park. When the mower stopped, the quiet sounded unnatural, and as I listened to the silence, I heard softer sounds of children's laughter and the chattering of crows. Even the pesky squirrels scampering from limb to limb made a racket of rustling leaves and shaking branches. When the mower started up again, peace of mind was broken, and the sound was harsh and intrusive. The sound reminded me of the tractor we had gotten to replace the plow horses. When the tractor was started up, it roared to life with a power that drowned the life from other sounds just as the lawnmower did now. It would take a while before my mind could focus on the more pleasant thoughts that drifted in on the sweet smell of green.