It's approaching 3.30am- can't sleep. Spent an hour or so, blinking at the ceiling.. Wandered to the window, to check out the swirly, blanket mist- v. seasonal. Sadly, we're lacking a good, old-fashioned, full, amber harvest moon.. plus, I do think the odd, baleful howl/snarl from a kick-starting chainsaw, would compliment ye old jack-the-ripper-
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