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He was naked as a jaybird and covered in filth. He moved towards her with the same eerie grace that he had scaled the side of the barn, stopping to sniff the wind and look suspiciously around... His eyes were not yellow now; they were as black as his hair.Shirley A. Martin
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This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.Gaurav GRV Sharma