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February 12, 2012
The Witch slips into the darkened room, and the shadows gather so thickly around her that she becomes a nearly tangible being. She waits for the girl-child to sense her presence, waits with what she wonders must be pity for the first tremor of fear.

And the girl is afraid. So afraid. Feeling the brush of shadow-hair against her cheek, she snatches her stuffed animal from the bed and runs out of the room.

"Go away." she whimpers.

Remember, the Witch whispers as she seeps back into the night. Remember there is a dark side to the moon.