'tis haunting... it's tugging at a memory just inside my eyelids that I can't quite capture long enough to identify the dulcet whispers any more than I could capture a Cornish pixie in the silvery glow coming off the lake in the wee hours of dawn... it leaves me wanting more, much more as I struggle to clear the glints fracturing the iris…
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