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"There she is!" Xanth pointed excitedly out the window, leaning forward and staring up through the fir trees at the large, bright orange moon. It was just starting to wane.
"They're both there," Brant said nonchalantly.
"Both?" Trynn turned his eyes upward, looking at the second, larger moon hanging just above the first. "That's odd." Then the second moon started to waver and ripple, as if someone had thrown a stone into the pond that was the night sky.
"Not really," Brant said, leaning back against a nearby post. "I've seen him dream stranger stuff."

It was commented last night (and the night before, actually) going home, that I've been quiet the last few nights. I'm usually quiet going home, because everyone else is usually either sleeping or talking, but half of our people are on holidays. This makes the van pretty quiet in general. And I have been quiet. I've had some things on my mind lately. Like the equinox. Like Ostara. Like what a lazy bastard I've been. Like wanting more time *I have the time, I need the drive* to work my own projects.

I need a new perspective.

posted by September @ 7:11 AM