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dusk and the click-click-click of mating calls,
tree frogs,
soon to be replaced by crickets.
lights blink on and off
move
fade
trees whisper with the breeze
we sit underneath the mulberry
early summer and underneath a may/june sky
fingers brush against my hand, my arm, my back
and for a few moments everything is right in the world
4:58 p.m. - 2004-05-19
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