The other night it was warm and breezy. The most perfect balm of temperature and dew point.
We walked out through the dappled moonlit woods to watch the clouds blow by from the quiet road. Then a raccoon went crazy where the road turns, tearing up the silence of night, and we headed back to the house.
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