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I saw the bell ringing, heard the sun rise and the moon chase it across the sky until it reached the safety of the western horizon. A line of pines that rim the mountains took it into its arms and hid it from the cold glare of the moon and the stars, those pirates of the inky ocean sky.
It is at midnight that the extraordinary becomes normal. When the bats play tag and the singing of tree frogs is so loud it paints yellow streaks on the trees. It is when most people are sleeping when the world turns so slow you can stay in the moment if you walk in a straight line to the east.
I heard the crow flying and followed its path through the dark. It went home to its babies that mooed in the nest. On the ground a snake spat in the eye of a wolf on its drunken way home from a bar.
There is nothing like night in the day.
