"...in that certain light, it'd look so beautiful."
The trees formed an inner dome that key holed the moon. As we crept through the undergrowth, twigs fled to our feet, begging to be broken by a side step, a stumble. I could feel the plastic eyes watching as our fingers knotted through the dark. You'd discovered someone's secret, and we made it our own.
Ours.
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