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Winter is starting slow like decay on a stray alley cat – wrong place wrong time

Waiting to devour those who dare escape its embrace but to embrace it is to acknowledge that its power is real.

That it does indeed take the weak and possess them so that they don’t move anymore – frozen.

Or maybe it’s just that the moon’s howl is silent – deafening even the strongest of us.

We would be foolish not to heed its call – for it is telling us that it’s time.