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A Serenade at Dawn

Home is atop three hills.  The second is the steepest.  The bus stops.  Lights.  Noise.  And out I come.  Seven O’clock is already dark.  There is a power outage.  The street looks strange and quiet.  Silhouettes of trees are more noticeable.  As I make my way up, the sky opens with cloud patches.  The moon, a cowlick among the first stars.  A shiver runs through my body.  What am I afraid of?

The house is colder than outside.  Dore curls under a mound of blankets.  No, no dinner, couldn’t cook.  No radio.  No internet.  I light a candle.  It fills the room with a soft glow.

Night is for sleeping.  Somehow I’m reminded.  To bed.  To bed!

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