Watch a cloud move, sometime, but sped up. The edges come and go, wisps and furls. Watch the horizon sometime. It's amended in much the same way. Adjustments coming and going. A mirage.
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Between lady foxes in heat sounding like women being murdered, barn owls screeching like tortured souls, whatever it is that crunches across my gravel drive at 3am, and idiots who let their cats roam at night, the dark is full of interesting noises.