He sat on a moonlit night. On the root of a dead tree. He remembers.
The clouds overhead sped away as the winds whizzed past him by. He remembers that too.
Was it a Wednesday? Or, a Saturday like tonight?
He is not so sure.
The moon dived down.
He sat there. Still.
Waiting.
But she never came.
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