Night Exposure

The moon is a summoning eye
All things are drawn to it.
A line of hopes and fears strings
From here to there; swings shakily
In that peerless pearling light.
There is no denial.
The moon gazes on everything
Serene, steadfast, startling.


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  1. La pleine lune! Mais oui, je hurle, je hurle décidément! --understand, all werewolves are French. I have no idea why. Help!

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  2. Il voit trop! Et parle une langue que je connais à peine mais comprends parfaitement!- oh, you're right! Run!

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