: rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
2003-11-08 05:50:00

rejectomorph
flying_blind
2003-11-08 05:50:00

Nearing Dawn

Thickening clouds dim the moonlight, and rising wind stirs the darkling trees. The mist has cleared, but the air will not remain empty for long. The next storm is moving in on that wind. I have the feeling that this one will be more intense than the last, if not furious. There is something about the sound of that wind, like a warning. We shall see.

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