Strangeness everywhere, silence. The power went out around midnight. It is still off. I write this with what's left of my phone battery.
It was a perfect night for it. The first night of Autumn, the coming darkness. The trees in the back yard have begun to disintegrate.
Yesterday several birds circled above as I stepped out of the house, many more than this picture shows. I smelled nothing. I saw nothing. But I was certain. Something was dead, or dying.
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