Mud
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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echoed the words slowly lifting your pen to re Libs Didn't get it. They did I, to be honest, analogy made sense, but I couldn't make sense of why it makes sense. I tried to explain anyway, okay, it took a long breath. What do you do when you step in mud? Wash it off? That's what you want to dio You would do if you could. You never can, can you? Chances are you're going somewhere when it happened. We're heading toe work, store wherever. Doesn't matter. You just know that even if you had a hose right at your feet, you don't have the time to wash it all away. You got better things to do. So what do you dio? Eyes widened the tiniest bit. Chicago's began to turn. Imagine I look the same white bid on the grass or the sidewalk or building any flat surface or edge. No matter how hard you dry your feet, you can never get all of it off. See you settle. You wipe mentally say good enough and keep moving. If you have better things to dio delicately, she later pent rest on top of her pad unfolded her hands over her otherwise steely gaze softening, and she understood just as much as I did. After a few more beats, I continued, No stopping that train now, and you see the muddy miss the next morning when you pull on your shoes in the morning after that, in the week after that, sooner or later it dries out completely. The color fades, mud goes back to dirt and dirt to dust, and after a while you stop noticing. No, that's not right. You notice it. It just doesn't bother you anymore, just like it was always there. It was like stepping in mud, he said.