When the Whipporwill calls
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There are sounds in the night that comfort us …the hum of crickets …the whisper of the wind through the pine, and then there were sounds that Warn us ….in the deep south tucked between moss- draped oaks and forgotten dirt roads, There was a bird whose song is not welcome, but feared they say when it calls, death is already listening.
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