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Updated: May 7, 2025

We'll stay here in the twilight, and watch the fire-flies light their fitful lamps, and the first stars blinking through the afterglow; and when the night drops down see the black bats careening weirdly across the moon.... And we'll stretch out again on the wild grass soothed by the fragrance of the Mayapple and the violets, and the touch of the night-wind... How still it is ... and The River doesn't seem to sound so loud when your head's on the ground and your eyes are closed and you're listening to the far, far, far-off lullaby of tumbling waters and you're a bit tired, Perhaps ... a bit tired....

J. W. (Jacob William) Wright - The Long Ago