Shhhh. Listen. The crickets are singing. Far away a dog is barking, and then nothing. A bug buzzes near your ears, and then disappears in the night.

You hear the breeze moving the hot summer air, leaves moving quietly. You can smell the humidity coming from the freshly cut grass

Shut the fuck up Anthony Bourdain your wife left you

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You are sipping your white wine, it's getting warm in the hot summer air. You look down at the french post. It's gibberish, not that you care about it, but still.
You put down your smartphone on the old wooden table and take the last sip of wine from your glass.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, the crickets are still singing in the dark