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The long tearful wail of a siren, distant in the static black night, pierces the thick silence of dim dirt roads and misty pastures. An old dog mistakes the sound for the cry of his own. He howls forlornly into the darkness, only a numb stillness rings back, an intolerable sound of its own. He lays a heavy head down to dream of warm fields of wheat where he chases the white tail of a rabbit, until it is finally clenched between his jaws.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Death Fleeting
The long tearful wail of a siren, distant in the static black night, pierces the thick silence of dim dirt roads and misty pastures. An old dog mistakes the sound for the cry of his own. He howls forlornly into the darkness, only a numb stillness rings back, an intolerable sound of its own. He lays a heavy head down to dream of warm fields of wheat where he chases the white tail of a rabbit, until it is finally clenched between his jaws.
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
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