Lonely dreamer sighs into the night. Stars and moon are there to absorb his pleas, laments and cast wishes. He stares at dark horizons not yet illumined by the city lights. He is refreshed by the cool air seeping in through an open window. In the seeming quiet of night, he listens to the nocturnal sounds. The chorus of unseen insects in stereo symphonia. Patterns emerge in the clicks, stridulations and rasps...almost musical. Then the recognition...
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