July 26th 2016

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The brooks begin to fray into thin threads of water. The evening, like the evening before, falls motionlessly into the leaves. The spindly legged crane flies look in at the windows. The June bug bumps the screen. The first crickets begin to sing in and out of the house.
263 July 26th 2016 | bottlecap
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