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Keeter C

Cicadas then the croakers chime in. Wait, the party’s not over. We need to add crickets to the blend.

Perhaps a hootey owl or a coyote’s yelp?The smell of magnolia grandiflora and confederate jasmine.

Perhaps I should sleep outside where harmony begins? 

  • Author: Keeter C (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2025 14:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    All those things I am familiar with and love . It does feel like home.

    • Keeter C

      Interesting.

    • Poetic Licence

      This kind off gave me a feeling of a chaotic household/ home, maybe where everything is clashing and not getting alone, outside would be more peaceful, enjoyed the read

      • Keeter C

        Thanks! It’s just the sounds and smells of where I call home.

      • Demar Desu

        Yeah until the mosquitoes come out!

        • Keeter C

          So So true!!



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