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Blow [Feb. 7th, 2011|11:59 pm]
Night blows in and bends the pines, scattering bits of moonlight and pine needles. The sound silences the frogs, or more likely drowns them out. The wind is warmer than February wind ought to be, but I don't mind. If dancing trees brush the bright winter stars, who will complain about an absent chill, or even the missing amphibian chorus? The wind will calm in a while, and I'll hear the frogs again. Let the pine trees have their chance to sing.

[User Picture]From: changeling72
2011-02-08 08:44 am (UTC)
Sounds like your day's just coming to a close as mine's not long begun.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2011-02-09 11:29 am (UTC)
It's always late tomorrow night in Asia by the time I get to sleep.
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