
At the end of the road, I was yearning for a sound that was both booming and large, yet tinny and timid. Amongst the bushes I found a merry-go-round, situated in the snow, and, after a few whirls, found the sound that I craved. With a microphone placed beneath the metal playground construction and the other a few feet away, I hit the little red circle and the rest is history.
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