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Oct 2017
The silent post wrest as the wind blows.
No sound can be heard.
You could hear a feather land.

It suddenly gets louder.
More busy.
The pond is crowded.
The water turns black.
People shouting.
It suddenly stops.

It falls asleep
By Louis Watts
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