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August 30, 2007

Sealyon: Late August

“What a gorgeous sunset! Doesn’t the light look different now?”

“What?” He couldn’t hear her over the din of what had to be one gazillion cicadas buzzing.

“The sunset! Isn’t it beautiful? The light almost looks like autumn!” She yelled the words at him.

Bzuzz, bzuzz, bzuzz.

“What?”

“I SAID THE LIGHT IS LOVELY!”

“WHAT? Wait, let me come over there… goddam bugs! How about an end to summer already?!?” He gestured ineffectually at the sky.

Bzuzz, bz –

“I SAID, ISN’T – oh, they’ve stopped. I said: isn’t the sunset is wonderful?”

“Yes.”

“Gosh, it’s gotten cold all of a sudden.”

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