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Waves and OscillationsPublished in the Fall 2008 issue of Desert Call. Excerpt: It is five minutes before the hour of eight o'clock and the wheel that swings the bell begins to rotate. The arc of rising bronze jolts as the hanging steel clapper strikes the twin wall that follows behind, starting the vibrations—crown to lip—that gush through the bell tower openings. The waves of sound soak the sky, flow through trees, roll across rooftops, drip down walls, seep under doorframes... |
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