The night begins in the swamp.

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I hear the blast of a pistol, shooting at some creature unknown.
The crickets don’t flinch, they continue their song.
The black has covered everything, trees dripping in sultry, sweet tar.
An owl calls in the night.
A fox screams in lonely fright.
And the night begins in the swamp.

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