Revisiting an old favorite…

A glass of tea; the moon;
The frogs croak in the weeds.
A bat wriggles down across Gold disk to silver reeds.
The distant light of lamps.
The whirr of winnowing grain.
The peace of loneliness.
The scent of imminent rain.

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