Cricket Symphony

[calli_scribbles]

Dusk was falling as she stood out on the porch, waiting. It was warm for April, with the spring peepers singing away in the ponds and streams beyond the cabin, and the beginnings of a cricket chorus tuning up somewhere in the grass. The snowmelt was long past, and the crocus in the front yard, bulbs that she wouldn’t ever abandon because her

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[medleymisty]

*gapes in awe*

I've had this open in a tab forever, and I just read it all, and it's so beautiful. So freaking beautiful, and good, and just....

Wow.

[calli_scribbles]

*Blushes* Thanks.