An undiscoverd sun in lifeless space, except for dazzling lights like satellites above. They showed you the money and you played the game, sold your soul to the devil in return for the fame. To bridge that gap, only a phone, keeps us in touch, while keeping us from touching. Witch's Moon by Barbara Oswald Change is coming, in this magical time. Before snow the earth once more hosts.
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