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That is the autumn sound of yellowed maple leaves falling from the tree and settling on the forest floor 50 feet away. It is a sound you've never consciously heard. More to the point, it is a sound you didn't know you could hear.

It sounds faintly like nature giving itself a gentle round of applause.

Read this LA Times essay.


Beautiful and true - except for one thing. There are far more than 10 quiet places in the country. Especially if you don't mind a tiny bit of distant road noise. In fact, it's quite shocking how quickly you can get away from the noise, even in an urban environment.

There are certain parts of rock creek park, which are not as quiet as the places you mention, are certainly quiet, except for the rushing of the water and distant road noise. All within the city limits of DC

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