Night is approaching.
Crickets sing absentmindedly.
Driving, staring out open windows.
Discussing philosophy, we abide the rule of the road.
We memorize every turn, every twist.
All the deer scatter about.
Jumping and darting between trees.
No matter how quietly we approach,
they dash fast.
The moon rises.
It’s another superb summer night.
Dawning Creations 
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