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Before the storm hit, cicadas screamed from every direction Their sound filled my chest and stayed Sometimes noise is the only prayer you have
A fig leaf trembled above a newborn sprout, both green but centuries apart in story, and sunlight stitched their bond with gold thread.
We stopped the jeep to watch a pack of wild dogs play They tugged ears, tumbled, and barked in harmony Even hunters have joy in them