Morgan Hanna:
The last night spangled and vibrant with promises hung there between us, then fell away.
Morgan Hanna:
With a banshee cry, the black magician wrapped all in his black cloak.
Morgan Hanna:
Breath and stars and every promise.
Morgan Hanna:
He stuffed them hurriedly into his hat, pleading another engagement.
Morgan Hanna:
And left with his silk scarves after sawing the beautiful lady in half.
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