I walk in the dark.
The air is crisp.
The storm has passed now.
The fresh grass sings.
Windmills on the horizon pierce the night.
pulsating in red unison.
A heartbeat.
'We're out here'.
Coyotes cackle in the distance.
Danger looms.
Still, I walk in the dark.
[They spun a web for me]
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