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The air is crisp, and clear, and cold. Eyes sharp enough to see at all will see white steam from breathing mouths. Above, the Moon holds court surrounded by the End of the Universe in its dying glories. Scotland's sky does not dwell here, only the Moon and the death of stars.
The woman called Susan meant to be back to her place before the Moon showed her face, but things happened as things do when home is more in the Dreaming than not, and the Moon is high, the sun sullenly faded, as white woman and white dog run lithely across the snow toward relative safety.
The woman called Susan meant to be back to her place before the Moon showed her face, but things happened as things do when home is more in the Dreaming than not, and the Moon is high, the sun sullenly faded, as white woman and white dog run lithely across the snow toward relative safety.