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Blaming A Full Moon

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The night was slowly making its way towards dawn. The first sunbeams were trying to force their way through the darkness that still enveloped everything around. The prevailing silence was not disturbed by the singing of the birds that were still sleeping at that time of the day. The only thing that measured the flow of time was the soft hooting of an owl hidden among the branches of the trees...

See what can happen on the full moon night...

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