Or wherever I may be, you never fail to seduce me, Ms. Luna
Monday, November 21, 2011
Asterism
Careless as the water. Carefree as the Wind. The Deneb of Cygnus --the brightest at its tail The chest of the Archer, a centaur. The ninth. It took one look at the target, the result an Aldebaran. A hit. Not a miss. It was a Cassiopeia to a Polaris.
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