from the beginning, through, and toward Dawn, the density, intensity of the Night Hours are not the same. Listening to distant dogs, coyotes, and in these days, the owl. They mark the hours. My deep sleep and wakefulness mark the hours. Winter.
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from the beginning, through, and toward Dawn, the density, intensity of the Night Hours are not the same. Listening to distant dogs, coyotes, and in these days, the owl. They mark the hours. My deep sleep and wakefulness mark the hours. Winter.
