Somewhere between Pounding and Pushingthere is Thumping. It is almost like knockingbut rounder and flatter.
Thumping is involuntary. Light or Dark, Dawn or Dusk,I feel myself thumping.
I remember the sound of the rabbit's red heart.
Somewhere between Pounding and Pushingthere is Thumping. It is almost like knockingbut rounder and flatter.
Thumping is involuntary. Light or Dark, Dawn or Dusk,I feel myself thumping.
I remember the sound of the rabbit's red heart.
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