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Sunlight poured from the radiance of bronzed being,radiant in solar veins refulgent. Wil captures a stranger’s look, being within high walls and secret gardens of which few could probe or ever hope to scry. Admiration can default to hubris, shyness speaking in silence before her tongue knot-tied and slack. In becoming darkness of fledgling night, predation assumes forms innumerable. A warning, a beckon to light. “You might not wanna stick around here this late.”










