The spirit and the dust

[briary_flower]

No moon tonight.  The light at the end of my street has finally burned out.  Now I can no longer see the creatures that huddle under it, shambling and bumping into each other a little.  Perhaps they were drawn by some rusty, leftover memory of what it was like to be afraid of the dark?  I don’t know.  What I do know is that the fuckers came through

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[briary_flower]

Thanks:) I had fun.