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[Feb. 19th, 2004|06:09 am]
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Quiet restored by the rain's departure, night grows limpid, distance opened for both eye and ear. Venus revealed for the first time in days seems brighter than ever, and the soft croaking of frogs fills the air. Dogs bark, and the raccoons are abroad. Even the softest breeze can be heard to stir the pines. It is all such a surprise following the relentless beating of rain which closed off all other sounds for so long. All I have wanted to do all night is listen to the spaciousness of it all, and watch the stars wheel. |
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