The other morning I was serenaded on my walk.
This is a culvert on the golf course I
sometimes cut through, and I’ve heard this guy (or guys; not sure) before,
usually before the golfers are out. (Completely different locale from the last amphibian
rhapsody I recorded.) This time, there were several teeing off right next
to the concert hall, completely oblivious.
Me—I take my music where I find it.
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