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I always loved the sound of the whipoorwill in the trees beside the river. Late evening into the night. I would hum and mimick them as I drifted into sleep. Comforted knowing that the dogs were inside and that the racoons, skunks, and porcupines were rustling about outside. Any noise in the night was just_some_critter out by the river. In_town, it could be so many other_things...
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