Saturday, June 19, 2010
the thick, sweet smell of freshly cut grass...
...the pleasant sound of crickets chirping, a whippoorwill calling from the woods, finding faces and creatures in the poufy pink and periwinkle clouds, a milky white moon suspended, as it were, in the dusky sky, fireflies dancing in the cooling air, a frog hopping across my foot, making me screech with surprise - all this is a summer evening.
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Sounds lovely... :)
the H
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