There's something outside my window - something vast, its tentacles reaching for the dark sky, swaying, dancing, reaching, hundreds, nay thousands of gleaming eyes shining in naked hunger...
Or possibly, it's just one of the leafless trees wrapped in newly lit Christmas lights that's getting pushed around by the year's first real autumn storm. Possibly.
Or possibly, it's just one of the leafless trees wrapped in newly lit Christmas lights that's getting pushed around by the year's first real autumn storm. Possibly.
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