As Crickets Chirped, Legends Were Made

The humid summer air hung heavy, thick with the chorus of crickets. It felt a time when shadowsdrifted longercrawled and secrets through the grass. It was then, under a sky full of stars, that legends were. Every rustle in the bushesconcealed a secret. Every click here firefly's twinkle signaled possibilities. Heroes were in these nights, their n

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