Strange Moonlight

The moon kisses the dusty face of night and clouds play hide and seek beneath her cold gaze. Colors melt to black and grey as strange passings and pairings scuttle into shadow. This half-light unlocks the doors of desire, both dark and fair, and any manner of play takes place past that boundary. And so begins the languid race to dawn, with no wish for an end.

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