In article
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Billy Rose wrote:

July 21, '07, the crickets have arrived. No longer dining without
accompaniment, the chorus has returned. Sigh The next markers are
sweet corn, wood smoke, and vineyards changing color. Life in the wheel
can be intoxicating, or horrendous. I am a lucky man.

Nice. :-)
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