Sunday, July 26, 2015


The Moon waxes gibbous at the zenith, in the claws of Scorpio ready to be struck by the stellar tail. The stars themselves look close enough to touch in a sky cleansed by the fearsome winds. As residents cower inside darkened houses, sheltering from the icy gale, who knows what fey creatures roam the world outside. This is a night for the spirits to make their presence felt as the world sleeps beneath them.

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