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[vagabondt]

Lifting itself achingly from the watery waste, the sliver of a moon dripped miniscule silver globules lost forever to the hungry sea. Iridescence. Muted flashes behind black masses of dew, high in the sky, cloaking the darkscape with further night tinged with brittle orange.

Tonight is one of those nights. Keep still my anxious heart.

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