Tin can voice bug is quiet tonight for the first time in a couple of months. I miss him. However the frogs are chatting away about the nearly full moon and the wet cool night. They don't croak like other frogs I've heard. Still their rubbery-voiced, wet bellows conversation in squeaks, trills and purrs is delightful. This is the second to the last Wednesday before we leave so, starting tomorrow, everyday for the next week will be our last.
Language itself is a barrier.
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We have an excellent full moon here tonight. It's rising through the treetops toward some hastily drawn clouds with silver linings. And it's cold here tonight.
Yes. Same here only it's probably not quite so cold, cold though, about 80. Maybe the artist would sketch in a little heat.
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