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The moon’s light with luminous glow shines upon a path. Down the road in the darkness, a florescent fog. Amongst the trees, a howling wind as branches bend. Looking onward, toward the sky, moon and clouds meet for the first time. The absence of light makes the night seem... endless. Voices from the deep cry out... from the heart of the woods. Blinded for a time with no... thought in mind. Just before earth and space could sit still, The moon, which is now the only light there is. Back to... a... path and a cold wind again.
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Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
The Dark Master
The moon’s light with luminous glow shines upon a path. Down the road in the darkness, a florescent fog. Amongst the trees, a howling wind as branches bend. Looking onward, toward the sky, moon and clouds meet for the first time. The absence of light makes the night seem... endless. Voices from the deep cry out... from the heart of the woods. Blinded for a time with no... thought in mind. Just before earth and space could sit still, The moon, which is now the only light there is. Back to... a... path and a cold wind again.
All rights reserved. Written by:  Kyle Dapo Edited by:  Katie Mechenbier
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Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 12:16 PM UTC
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