The door swings shut and I plunge into the darkness. I lose the raucous conversations in a December wind that lends purpose to my stride. The slivered moon blinks between the passing structures, fixed in the sky by more than the usual stubbornness of parallax, as if it slipped its orbit tonight to keep me company. I don’t mind.
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The door swings shut and I plunge into the darkness. I lose the raucous conversations in a December wind that lends purpose to my stride. The slivered moon blinks between the passing structures, fixed in the sky by more than the usual stubbornness of parallax, as if it slipped its orbit tonight to keep me company. I don’t mind.