Written April 10, 2026 For The Contest, “Seven By Seven.” Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
Softly moves the shroud of dusk following the rules of night floating as a ghostly cloud snuffing out remaining light. Eerie is this time between when all slowly disappears- till the Moon unfolds its sheen.
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