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There was a gentle breeze on this glistening moon-filled night. An unknown stranger in the shadow of an oak gave me a fright. When he turned, I could see he was male, in a bit of light. He had a nervous cough that was ungodly, not quite right. We were the only two out here, in the country as far as I knew. I had chosen this spot in the woods, where the wind always blew. It was usually secluded, not on my land, but who knew? Was he wearing camo? I was feeling a bit threatened too. Suddenly his cough became hacking, and he sounded like a boy. Not a man at all, which gave my nervous heart a tiny bit of joy. His vulnerability, made him a bit less frightening to me. I asked if he was okay. He ventured closer, so I could see. I could see he was cold, and some weird motherly instinct kicked in. Invited him closer. He came to my campfire – young boy named Finn. I recognized him as a child of Sara and Bill’s up the road. I asked if he wanted to talk and his words quickly explode. He had a fight with his father, and got no help from his mother. He was gulping now, trying to contain himself somehow or another. After the story, I told him that things would get better soon. Then I took him home, so I could relax again, and get back to my moon.

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There was a gentle breeze on this glistening moon-filled night. An unknown stranger in the shadow of an oak gave me a fright. When he turned, I could see he was male, in a bit of light. He had a nervous cough that was ungodly, not quite right. We were the only two out here, in the country as far as I knew. I had chosen this spot in the woods, where the wind always blew. It was usually secluded, not on my land, but who knew? Was he wearing camo? I was feeling a bit threatened too. Suddenly his cough became hacking, and he sounded like a boy. Not a man at all, which gave my nervous heart a tiny bit of joy. His vulnerability, made him a bit less frightening to me. I asked if he was okay. He ventured closer, so I could see. I could see he was cold, and some weird motherly instinct kicked in. Invited him closer. He came to my campfire – young boy named Finn. I recognized him as a child of Sara and Bill’s up the road. I asked if he wanted to talk and his words quickly explode. He had a fight with his father, and got no help from his mother. He was gulping now, trying to contain himself somehow or another. After the story, I told him that things would get better soon. Then I took him home, so I could relax again, and get back to my moon.