Change the station

My backyard is quiet tonight; highways are deathly silent. My camera lens flashing at unique falling holograms. Just mystified... no one left to share this [forest] with. Soundless white lace sticking on bearded giants. Do I hear crickets? I haven't heard crickets since... more memorable times before. But memory deceives me as of late... saddened. Heartbeat propped up like pear trees in the spring.


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