Children of the Sunrise

The Dark

I don't know why, but I've always found night in the wild exciting and comforting, as though it somehow hides my original sin, freeing me from that constant need to question my purpose, my value.
Especially on a night like tonight, when the moonlight makes a dream of the landscape, I am called to walk apart from my companions, to face the night alone...perhaps my genetic forebears worked the primeval graveyard shift. Maybe old great grandma to the twentieth power was the first hooker of antediluvian times.

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