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| Dusk has come to the North Forty. Just you, me, the oaks, and the scores of robins settling in for the night. |
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| The evening star has made it appearance. The robins still chatter as they flit from tree to tree. |
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| The robins have fallen silent now. All is very quiet save the toads belting out their melancholy song. |
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| Back to the porch for a few last moments before heading inside. |
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| About ready to call it a night. |
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| Sweet dreams. Thanks for enjoying day's end with me. |
The only thing missing is the porch outlined with the glow of old time Christmas lights, a Grand Daddy fryer & the smell of home made chicken wings...
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