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a thousand crickets are chirping the air in these woods warm dry perfect the terra-cotta sun setting behind the path ahead growing smaller smaller what little light stolen every moment "We must get going" i say to myself and the muse that followed my fire our light flickering sight we cut a path through the woods why when where were not questions i cared to ask i cared to relax when that ****** muse that followed has been burned to ash "It'll be easy" it'll be perfect warm dry the air in these woods is on fire and a thousand crickets stop chirping
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Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
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a thousand crickets are chirping the air in these woods warm dry perfect the terra-cotta sun setting behind the path ahead growing smaller smaller what little light stolen every moment "We must get going" i say to myself and the muse that followed my fire our light flickering sight we cut a path through the woods why when where were not questions i cared to ask i cared to relax when that ****** muse that followed has been burned to ash "It'll be easy" it'll be perfect warm dry the air in these woods is on fire and a thousand crickets stop chirping
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Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
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