Ah, how that autumn air slices into the lungs, eh? Makes all those lizards out there really surf desertward. The full moon climbs through night jelly and throws knives at our eyes, but you know it does it lovingly. It wants to give us edges to read by. It wants us to tap the veil, see if we echo on the other side.

Somewhere, there's a panther skin moving through this night, and you can believe my scent is all over it.

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