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Midnight, stars twinkle mosquitos buzz the sound of flowing water an occasional splash A bull frog croaks out a beat and the tree frogs sing harmony the owl lead sings from the trees and the cicada sings backup My black light illuminates the night purple as flying insects glow as does the crawling scorpion Monofilament fishing line creates purple lines running into the water like lasers fired Watching and waiting on the riverbank for the line to quiver and the rod to bend Night crawlers squirm in their styrofoam bowl waiting their turn to search for catfish
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
The River After Dark
Midnight, stars twinkle mosquitos buzz the sound of flowing water an occasional splash A bull frog croaks out a beat and the tree frogs sing harmony the owl lead sings from the trees and the cicada sings backup My black light illuminates the night purple as flying insects glow as does the crawling scorpion Monofilament fishing line creates purple lines running into the water like lasers fired Watching and waiting on the riverbank for the line to quiver and the rod to bend Night crawlers squirm in their styrofoam bowl waiting their turn to search for catfish
jed-johnson
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
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