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Aug 2012
The air,
       thick and still

The heat,
        not uncomfortable but ever present

There is quiet

The silence,
      broken only by the crickets
      and one lone bird, singing out into the night

The music nature produces is enchanting

There is magic here after all
Mila Mariante
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