On-a-Octagon(LISTEN)
Walking through a park, it was tough to decide which was the best place to position myself for sound-harvesting.
Before I had the chance to think hard about it, I was struck by a strangely-shaped box near the pathway I was walking. With closer inspection, I discovered it to be a wooden stage of sorts, in the shape of a stop-sign. I planted myself in the center of it, and opened my ears to a jam session of children, sirens, and late-night traffic.
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