29.6.13

The Wise Cricket

The cricket hummed, with the temperature of the night air. I, in my chair, hummed along with it, finding a voice, low, in the tempo of the chill. Part of me wanted to listen forever, another part wanted to tell the world how glorious it was. Both actions cancelled out the other, and in that, the whole of the world is played. 

— the wise cricket

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