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at night the fog, mostly unnoticed in the early rain falling, the streetlight at the intersection and two headlights from a slow-moving...

staring, staring, staring- unafraid, as if the robin knows there's glass separating them from me. and still, they stare- as a tortoise...

as an Owl "Huh Whoo, Huh Whoo," lost in the foggy air, I begin shaking- breathing in, out- hoping to calm down, anticipating what lies...

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