HOWLERS AT THE MOON
It is midnight again and they are calling me out into the cool darkness of this fall night.
The moon is so full of silver that it looks like a planet sized, mercury filled mirror.
Crazy then, that silver is the metal that means instant death to the howlers at the moon!
I will face then one night... not tonight... because I am not ready for the pain of being turned!
RLJ
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