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Evening thinned the clouds which had made afternoon gray. A few are now draped around the waxing moon, but are too silky to conceal it entirely. Despite this poverty of clouds, I see the tree line to the west silhouetted by periodic flashes that look like sheet lightning, though no sound of thunder follows. It can't be heat lighting, as what little heat the day brought is now gone, and the night air is fresh and cool. It is unlikely to be flashing headlights of cars passing over dips, as there is no sound of cars nearby, and the light is too bright to be from more distant cars. I have no explanation for these flashes of light. Perhaps they are a message from some mysterious power. Maybe I should join the family.

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You should be ashamed of yourself. Leaving that link up there where I was sure to find it at three o'clock in the morning, and when I got to the "Light of the Giant Moth," I made this explosive raspberry which quite naturally made an angry Chris sit straight up in bed and shout, "What? What! I was almost back to sleep!"

After profusely apologizing, I went back to reading about the "Family." I was laughing silently, and the bed was shaking so regularly that Chris thought I'd turned on the massager and mumbled, "Ah...feels good," then went back to sleep.

Impaled on a God's Eye...what a horrible way for a guy who looks like a Ferengi with really tiny ears to die!