The wind blew across the open void chilling the air. Its ghostly howls and whispers were enough to give someone the chill of death. The moons reflections danced on the ground, its blue hue was barely visible. Covered by dark slow moving clouds, the night was cold and bitter. Not so cold that one would find it to be unbearable or a great nuisance
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Thank you. :)
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