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Harmony

In the fading summer light cicadas swallow sounds in song, filling the air with a slow, pulsing rhythm. We sit facing one another on a weather-worn deck, absorbing the notes reverberating around us in a harmonious tune. Here we are, together again, a family again, listening to the sound of of our past.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/29/2012 11:28:00 AM
I could hear the sound as I read...Oh those summer nights! :o) Very nice write!
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