Midnight rolls around, the dark creeps in. The wind hisses, shaking all it contacts, rattling doors and thundering upon windows. Out of sight a dog howls ceaselessly at the full moon. On the neighbours house burns an orange glow like that of fire, but still and unwavering. The wind topples something out in the unknown, making the dog become hysterical. The young man sits at his window, waiting once again for inspiration to reach him in the night. It never does.
Translating Observation | Observation 9 | Noah Hodgson
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