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The chorus of peeper frogs grows as I approach and cuts silent as I cross an invisible threshold. Twice I hear a creature moving through the dry leaves, but I tell myself it is too swift and light to be a person. The faint echoed ghost- whistle of a train. Something chirps or screams not too far away. Am I scared? It is loud, like a screaming chicken. Other chitterings fade. A winged silhouette fades into the branches. The noise sounds almost human. I stand in the path and hope it fades. The faint train again, only a whisper. It must be a bird, but why? Or a person trying to scare me. The rustles and footsteps I heard earlier. Luckily, I brought my harmonica. |
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