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Signs of a Growing Silence

They are testing the sirens the ones that warn of tornados and such. No sirens wailed when the industrial unit blew up in a ball of fire. Too sudden, you can here that wind-train coming but a loose spark in a petroleum tank should convince us that we rarely hear death until the bodies catch fire. I's going to be a fresh sunny day but later strong winds from the north might take some breaths away and never return them. Suddenly out of a clear sky we hear the screech of ghost trains. the local theme park has had an accidental mishap, some kids are heroically saved some go missing carried away by a north wind that has yet to arrive.

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