10:03 p.m. - June 15, 2008
Crickets, frogs, waves lapping against soil, perfect solitude save the sudden thwack! of unseen bugs colliding into my body or the windows behind me. Ah, the abundance of life that is humid, muggy, steamy, loud Florida. It would be unbearable were the breeze that comes across the lake and cools the sweat on my body stop blowing. As it is, the sullen clang of windchimes keeps me company tonight.
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