A vague moon hung low over the horizon when I got home last Sunday. It was a chilly evening and thin clouds cried their tears. Darkness fell over the world and I saw windows light up. The street lamps popped…
A vague moon hung low over the horizon when I got home last Sunday. It was a chilly evening and thin clouds cried their tears. Darkness fell over the world and I saw windows light up. The street lamps popped…
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