It was one of those days . . .

[pixie_viscera]

The moon calls her awake when the nasty sun sleeps. Burrowed under a flowerbed, she claws her way out through weeds. She loves the feeling of bursting into the chill air. It's another rebirth, like the night before and the night before that

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[hero_spike]

There were other types o' days, pet?