A big ol' pancake moon trails softly, soaking up the ghostly bright treacle sky. An inconsistent chill of an August breeze ruffles the hairs on the back of your neck as it churns the bubbly clouds which block the pallid twinkling of the skulking, buttery stars. Somewhere, a dog attempts to put an end to any mystery in the night-time as it cuts
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Are you livejournaling again? Gosh, August seems to be official Return-to-your-livejournal month.
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