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
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
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
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