Dark forest. On the way back from the bus stop there was an owl doing it's owl howl in the forest. The countless animals in the forest at night, I think about them from time to time. Like Pryor says "That's their home. You gotta watch out or something'll just grab your ass." And they live like that. Every night. And so did we, until veery recently, when the first lighter was found, somewhere in Africa. No wonder we feel uncomfortable on our own.

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