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After hot days in the cooling of the evening, I can sit on my back porch swing, watching the glow of lightening bugs, and listen to the crackling of sweet corn as it stretches its ears toward the rising of the moon. After hot days in the cooling of the evening, I can sit on my back porch swing, watching the glow of lightening bugs, and listen to the crackling of sweet corn as it stretches its ears toward the rising of the moon.
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