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August 28, 2010
The only sound I can hear is the rip rip rip of the crickets in the fields outside. There are no double-decker buses passing by the window; no low rumble of late night delivery trucks on their nocturnal rounds; no clinking of patrons’ glasses from a nearby restaurant nor late night revellers disturbing the peace; no sirens piercing the evening stillness nor faulty alarm systems going off with no certainty of cessation. No, all I can hear the crickets as they fill the evening air with a pervasive resonance that sooths the soul and beckons me to bed, and rest.