6. I breathe deep as Wonderland water flows in icy-cold stream gurgles all night, steaming at the not-so-cold night air, (anomaly of water?) giggling in the dark & sharing jokes out-loud with the rocks (underneath) our pillows. Cricket songs and frog accompaniments gather in thick swarms that, sleep-walking through, you cannot help getting in your ears. from 'Night-life' in I sleep, I dream
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