the seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days, she says

[threeplusfire]

At night the last of the ribbon clouds are breaking away, and the sky is old and deep blue. In the cold my breath appears like pale smoke, and each star burns clearer in this empty Western sky. It is impossibly beautiful. I came home by midnight, so no one would turn into a pumpkin.

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[guanina.livejournal.com]

ahhh, that's pretty!