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There's no noise outside. It's dead quiet just like most nights here.
About the birds. We have ones here called curlew's that make a two tone call. Kind of like the sound of a wolf whistle, but sadder and slower. Or I suppose awestruck at the awesome beauty of the subject. Like slow and...well...awestruck.
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Kind words are the music of the world. F. W. Faber
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