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Oct 2017
The silence.
You hear crickets and coyotes.
Out there.
With no one else.
For miles.
Secret unknown things.
Happen.
The evidence just.
Disappears.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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