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March 11, 2004
Dancing, Spiraling
I choose a slightly different course.
A slow spiral away from the flames, where the heat has faded and the light is more tenuous. The air is noticably cool and damp. The quiet sounds in the woods become more dramatic. The drone of insects nearly deafening.
Away from the clearing a the brilliant moonlight makes it impossible to feel invisible.
But I know this far away from the fire I move in relative shadow.
And I know I don't have much time.
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (March 11, 2004 12:46 AM) by writing evil. [+]
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