"Without coal, you flip the switch, and all you get is this......" A cricket sings. Nice.
"Talk about the day that music died!" says the incredulous announcer, who must think we all have been hoping for a rousing ballad from Dropkick Murphys.

I shut off the Soob and walk the fieldstones to the house. It's a new moon tonight, and the stars will have no competition.
Yardlights are coming on in the valley and on the facing mountainside. I count nine where there used to be none.
This yard is dark, which is why we can see so well, if you know what I mean.
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