When I was eleven, my father built a house that we moved into while it was unfinished. The front door did not have a knob or deadlock yet, and the crickets would come through it at night and fill the house with their songs. In the mornings, there would be dozens of them clinging to the walls, too many to kill, too many to ignore. I never forgot that. https://x.com/jbsafariauthor
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When I was eleven, my father built a house that we moved into while it was unfinished. The front door did not have a knob or deadlock yet, and the crickets would come through it at night and fill the house with their songs. In the mornings, there would be dozens of them clinging to the walls, too many to kill, too many to ignore. I never forgot that. https://x.com/jbsafariauthor
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