@Hashut !
a man sings a song to the moon. Hello, moon!
its ragged; damaged through hardship, but heartful all the same. Goodnight, sun!
the wind carries it far; as far and far away as a voice can go. Moon or Sun, bless me with your light!
he cares not for an audience, but for peace on this night. So may I eat or sleep without a fright!
...
it itches.
the man's song is interrupted by his own body, itself tired of his ruckus as his ankle itches — the worst of places. so his singing ends with a whimper as he then dives to knaw on his ankle to chase the itch away.
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