That's probably what the crickets are telling me even now. I fancy that the cricket chirps are vibrating the petals as they vibrate the air, and releasing an extra bit of scent— just enough to transform the ordinary yard into an exotic garden, the way the trees are transformed to brocade on sky and ground by the moonlight.
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The Sunset Was Nice, Too
That's probably what the crickets are telling me even now. I fancy that the cricket chirps are vibrating the petals as they vibrate the air, and releasing an extra bit of scent— just enough to transform the ordinary yard into an exotic garden, the way the trees are transformed to brocade on sky and ground by the moonlight.
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Reset Seventeen, Day Sixteen
No nap Wednesday evening, because I slept the middle of the day away and got up at half past two. I might actually get to sleep before five o'clock…
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Reset Seventeen, Day Fifteen
Once again I've forgotten when I went to sleep, but I woke up around two o'clock in the morning. Tuesday was quite warm, and I kept the windows open…
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Reset Seventeen, Day Fourteen
I don't recall the exact hour, but it was well before midnight Monday, when I felt the sudden need for a nap. I expected it to last until perhaps two…
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