There
is a beetle in the trees to the North of the cabin. I know because of
the sound he makes. He sounds like the squeak trees make when their
limbs rub against each other. If I didn't know it was Beetle, I would
think it was Tree. I only know about Beetle because I heard this
sound on a windless afternoon, and wondered how Tree could be
squeaking when she was not moving. I asked a friend who knows about
such things, and he told me about Beetle. I am struck by the
importance of noticing. If I hadn't noticed the sound of Beetle and
wondered where the sound was coming from, I would never have known
about him. Now I can hear him squeaking even if there is a breeze.
This leaves me wondering excitedly about all I have yet to notice.
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