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Late September and I wish you could hear what I hear, the cicadas chirping at night. all summer long. it is loud. so loud. and constant, never waning for a second. it is one of the most powerful, most incredible things you will ever hear.
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and soon it will all be replaced, first by the sound of a cold silence and then the sound of winter air pushing through the naked trees. and then tiny snow pellets tapping on the windows.
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And finally, by the visions of how we all used to laugh.

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