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Big moon last night.

I could feel it
pulling my blood.

I called my brother
and spoke to his
voicemail:

_“Hey, it’s me. Let’s
go run up to the
tower.”_

He didn’t call back.

Big moon had him in
its fist. He was
probably destroying
opponents online.

I slept poorly.
Tossing; turning.

Like the tide, big
moon in recession
provides some relief.

I have a big cup of
coffee today.

matty