The moon is a sliver of light,
Calling the loons to come and fight.
That's when I see him standing there,
Mysterious and tall with curly brown hair.
His face is unrecognizable in the dark,
But with one glance he has already made his mark.
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dreams (h.s)
Historia Cortaa story in which a girl falls in love with a boy she sees every night in her dreams.
