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Riding my bike at Night

Thinking about the way, the absence of light works, how strange sound leads into the darkness. The sound of frogs spring peepers sound of air conditioners sound of sodium lights. The sound of people hushing as I ride my bike near the edge of the lake. Passing a small chapel in the cemetery, I hear a hoof sound. I feel warm air. I peddle a little bit faster. A collision of construction lights piled next to the new trail.

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