summer residents
their all-night voices
deep in the woods
Cattails
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4 comments:
Night birds, frogs and bugs clamer: a far dog.
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thanks Doug.
When i lived in the country, I heard a lot more of the night voices
Adelaide
the newest neighbours
chatering their spanish words
way into the night
😊
Much💖love
Thanks Gillena
wish the neighbors
would either stop talking
of speak more clearly
so that i can understand
and join the conversation
Adelaide
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