Night in the Boonies

The clicking ceiling fan, the buzzing mosquito, the difference between wind and an animal passing through. I follow the explosions but never find the fireworks.

under the bridge
Elvis lives

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8 thoughts on “Night in the Boonies

  1. Crisp, taste the colors and sounds on my tongue.

  2. Lucas says:


    Sent from my iPhone

  3. kvennarad says:

    ‘Crisp’ was the word I was about to use too.

  4. Gave me a chuckle smile.

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