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It was always harder for Samuel to sleep under a full moon. The illuminated blinds cast dubious shadows across the room, creating a playground for his imagination.
He was drawn to the ligh; her suface glowing so majestically, features more descernible at times than others. Samuel often felt it was the similar to the light at the end of the tunnel people saw near death. It touched him, moved him, brought peace upon him.
It made perfect sense to Samuel why the ancients worshiped Luna.
He often joked he was part werewolf as he felt so invigorated by the moon light. Shorter than normal sleep periods and a clarity of mind came with Luna. He had urges to take late night walks under a full moon, urges that didn't pull at his being cone a new moon.
There were no great tale or myth he was told as a boy that caused him to be so taken, effected by the changing illuminated surface of the celestial body.
It was magical.
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Not feeling this one. Blah.
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