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Nov 2018
The living day, at sunset,
scatters all the happy creatures.
Suddenly it gets so quiet;
everyone is gone.

How frightening this is at first,
being left without a warning,
while dark descends with a cool,
and nothing minds but silence.

What a somber feeling,
to have walked a changing world,
and then having to stop for nighttime
reflects a deep unease.
Sean Fitzpatrick
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