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The last night that could pass as a summer night: the sound of rustling leaves has taken over from the drone of insects. Maybe it's because the porch light is too bright, or the night too dark, but looking out where the backyard ought to be: the wooden stairs disappear into darkness. Hard to say if there is any place else in the universe now. The porch is a little island of light in a sea of blackness. A cold breeze hints at coming winter or maybe at the void, that greater emptiness beyond.
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