I listen to crickets
by the bedroom window.
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- September 30: Home again
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- September 25: And sunrise
- September 24: Sunset
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- September 21: In the fog
- September 20: Harbored
- September 18: Island night
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- September 15: Constant chatter of crows
- September 14: Moosehead
- September 13: Aurora Borealis
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- September 10: Creature comfort
- September 9: Fall in the air
- September 8: Classic
- September 7: Before dawn
- September 6: The tyranny of lawn-mowing
- September 5: Doldrums
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- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
It is odd how we are finally getting summer in early September. I'll trade your crickets for the partying college students next door!
ReplyDeleteI'll keep the crickets, thanks!
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