the smell of woods and earth, warm pine sunshine
a symphonic cacophony; the incessant rhythm of cicadas.
little sails trail white swell, like comets on the ocean, pulled along by a sea breeze. a symphonic cacophony; the incessant rhythm of cicadas.
the world is rioting with sensuous beauty,
the intricacy of its insects
the impressive splendor of endless mountain meeting ocean.
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