On Friday night, the elements combine to create an eerie welcome to night. The sky opened wide and clear over Wellpinit, allowing the moon to cast a mournful glimmer over all the trees, while the air stood perfectly still and cold. The Presbyterian Church recently disbanded, and now the building reminds me of a ghost with its darkened windows and pale white walls. As I stand outside, I decide this makes a great blog photograph, but then a shiver runs through my body and I quickly return to the warmth of my friends and their glowing fire.
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