Worm moon return the hunter here to me. Return me my king. A positive personal philosophy will not keep you from the grave. Take solace; we're all terrified of the lone rider. Everything outside the self slips away in the fight to remain. The full March moon shone across ice covered snow. The ice, a silky sheen in the lunar light.
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