text_original: She loves to describe the long still summer nights and the grey dawn when the birds begin to sing, the sweet scents of the forest, and the soft fireshness of the western breeze. The smallest details of the living picture did not escape her notice.
text_transcription: SHE LOVES TO DESCRIBE THE LONG STILL SUMMER NIGHTS AND THE GRAY DAWN WHEN THE BIRDS BEGIN TO SING THE SWEET SCENTS OF THE FOREST AND THE SOFT FRESHNESS OF THE WESTERN BREEZE THE SMALLEST DETAILS OF THE LIVING PICTURE DID NOT ESCAPE HER NOTICE
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʌvz tə dᵻskɹˈaɪb ðə lˈɔŋ stˈɪl sˈʌmɚ nˈaɪts ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪ dˈɔːn wɛn ðə bˈɜːdz bɪɡˈɪn tə sˈɪŋ, ðə swˈiːt sˈɛnts ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst, ænd ðə sˈɔft fˈaɪɚʃnəs ʌvðə wˈɛstɚn bɹˈiːz. ðə smˈɔːlɪst diːtˈeɪlz ʌvðə lˈɪvɪŋ pˈɪktʃɚ dɪdnˌɑːt ɛskˈeɪp hɜː nˈoʊɾɪs.