I crested the rise, the trees parting in front of me to be greeted by the face of a large red moon. Not the gargantuan moon of spring dripping in blood but a moon of enormous proportion tainted with that lovely glow of life. Not many people these days seem to notice the portents within the sky and prefer the portents held within the pages of a
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Just like the rest of us.
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may i add you to my Lj?
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