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Valley Forge

by stokes

nature is never quiet. even here, i am surrounded by the sound of cicadas dancing in the trees. these creatures sound like the ocean. they sound like wet sand being rubbed between earthy brown fingers. they sound like rain hitting hot asphalt and evaporating into steam. nature is never quiet. it is restless, and sleep-depraved.
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