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In the ceaseless hubbub of city life, it is often underneath the rustle of leaves or the soft brush of spring rain on pavement that we truly commune with peace. - Grace Eldridge In the ceaseless hubbub of city life, it is often underneath the rustle of leaves or the soft brush of spring rain on pavement that we truly commune with peace. - Grace Eldridge In the ceaseless hubbub of city life, it is often underneath the rustle of leaves or the soft brush of spring rain on pavement that we truly commune with peace. - Grace Eldridge