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Wilma The Glowing Circle
[The Glowing Circle]
Wilma
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leaves sounding like small bones being snapped by pale fingers, silencing forests and until it invites bitter darkness and a cowering moon. The cat was given a name by a dying rabbit along the shore of a river. It was now alone, but it was better that way. Fall was its least favorite season, November its least favorite month, and the full moon forever a curse.