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I am very pleased with it. A couple of our pieces were broken however. Our guess is due to the shipping.
The pieces are packaged tightly in styrofoam, and the box was properly marked "fragile" but my husband said he heard the delivery person drop it loudly on the front deck. Luckily the pieces that broke weren't to difficult to fix the back of a wise man's crown and the manger , and all of the pieces to fix it were accounted for why we think it was during shipping. Not sure how this type of thing could be kept from happening again, so just felt people should be aware that it is possible, which comes with the territory of buying these type of items.
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Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Amazon Advertising Find, attract, and engage customers. But it is strange. I know some sounds because I catch the end of them, like catching the last words of a well-known quote or phrase. I know the station announcement is a station announcement because of the rhythm and the distance, not because of the words.
But other sounds, disconnected from their source and from any surrounding links in the auditory chain, make less sense. Half a word in a sentence. A slice of ringtone. The closest analogy would be to imagine putting on ear defenders and then listening to a radio on the other side of the room. When it got to the stand at Euston Station, the bus would loiter for a while beneath the concrete canopy. Outside on the forecourt were the usual mixture of travellers, junkies, dog-walkers, tourists, skater kids and students.
The man with his bag on the ground, talking to the older guy. Is there some kind of deal going on? The retired couple standing slightly apart beside their unscuffed suitcases. Look at the queue for the How come some of them really stand out, and some seem always to be part of the concrete? I would watch all of this, and the longer I watched it, the more something became evident.
I was seeing all these people, their intentions and anxieties, and, four times out of five, I reckoned I could make a reasonable guess at what was going on. If I looked through the silence — really looked, with the whole of my attention — then I could see the whole hubbub of interaction. I could see the way homelessness rendered men invisible, or the sheer, ceaseless hour hard work the addicts put in to feeding their needs. I could see the gap between who people wanted to be, and where they really were.
It wasn't sound I was concentrating on any more, it was vision. In here, I could get hooked on looking, I could stare to my heart's content, I could teach myself a whole new communication.
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