As the weather warms, the nights are full of crickets chirping. I’ve long been intrigued by the contrast between their sheer noisiness and the depth of the night which they seem, in their own curious way, to express.
Are You Listening?
Quiet!
Be quiet!
Say the crickets.
Are you listening?
They say.
Be quiet!
Be quiet!
Be quiet!
They say.
Do you hear
How large the…
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