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[emmybopper]

She felt the cool wet concreat under her slowly treading feet. The night was growing late, far too late. The chill in the air felt refreshing. The hazy fog hovered in the air yet left the golden full moon unhindered by it's shroud. She had forgotten that the moon grew that large. She had forgotten the feeling of being out after a rain. She hadn't

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[rmasters83]

There is no turning back from this unending path of mine