Midnight Surprise Nocturnal eyes shone in the midnight air... watching, gazing with dark wonder at all things living and dead. A snail crept through mud by the murky swamp, as worms devoured flesh long-buried in damp soil. No cricket chirped; no lone frog croaked; silence overwhelmed land and water alike. And just beneath the surface of the filth that none would venture to call water... a mangled human body lay, submerged in death and grime. http://www.CrawfordAndKline.comBirth sign: Virgo
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