As glue in the ether we are bonded by these neighbourhood sounds as readily as fish in clear waters.
The neighbourhood sounds evolved as centuries yawn by, yet ever the same is the laughter of the children. It has ebbed and flowed, so quiet in the dawn of the technological era, yet we are so blessed for it to returned to safe streets. For these threads of joy weave a community into the kind of place that becomes a lifelong home.
A sound neighbourhood has the sounds of laughter, of the play of children and the ringing of school bells. It is the cheers of sports day from playing fields and the salutations of those who live and love upon these familiar streets.
The sounds of our neighbourhood are an every morphing story of the ordinary extraordinary. For in these passing days of raising children and chatter upon the streets, there is an open sesame of hearts. From the sound of the hammer that fixes the home to the flourishing of birdsong in any-season branches, it is the rhythm of community.
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