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Sunday, August 12, 2012


The first thing you thing you think of when someone asks you to describe a season it might be its temperature. To me I think of its sounds.
 Fall has the rustling of leaves and the chatter of squirrels. Winter is still and quite. Spring has the exciting crash of thunder from its storms. Summer can be deafening. The cicadas in the trees practically scream at you. We went for a walk in the woods and it was so loud we had a hard time hearing each other.