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There is was again.. last night... a little tingle, a little edge...
In the same breath, the dying gasp of summer, and the sharp glittering promise of fall.
Many layers hugged me gently, fleece and leather whispering, "did you miss me?"
The pungent scent of earth, of decay and leaves and begrudging sleep
Falling leaves twisting about me in the dark, a macabre waterglobe in moonlight.
I could smell it. Taste it.
See it as it danced a rainbow around the moon.
Warren is coming....
In the same breath, the dying gasp of summer, and the sharp glittering promise of fall.
Many layers hugged me gently, fleece and leather whispering, "did you miss me?"
The pungent scent of earth, of decay and leaves and begrudging sleep
Falling leaves twisting about me in the dark, a macabre waterglobe in moonlight.
I could smell it. Taste it.
See it as it danced a rainbow around the moon.
Warren is coming....
