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That's called luminary.dotlink slash spookt. That's luminary.dotlink slash spookt.

From luminary, you've crossed over to spookt.

I live on a lake, Lake Merid in Oakland. It's a strange lake, an urban lake. Beautiful

veneer hiding decades of industrial runoff, abandoned vehicles bodies, but it still manages

to support a variety of wildlife.dotkeys, pelicans, gals, hungry scavenger birds. They'll eat

anything, digging through trash, neck to the rats, they snatch stacks and juice boxes from

screaming kids they huddle at night though. Next to homeless people, as if tamed by this

city as if domesticated, but twice a day at dusk and at dawn, these birds they do more

than scavenge, they hunt, soar over the lake, barely beating wings, searching, searching,

searching, they dive straight down, piercing the water gone, gone, gone. They may emerge,

more often than not, something wriggling, held fast in their beaks. What do they catch

in this lake? I'm not at all sure, but there it is. There it is, they feast. Expressionless.

Not surprised they are provided for it, not try, umph it, not sad. Even here in this place,

surrounded by skyscrapers and tourists and municipal buses and taco sands, even here, the

hunter finds her with them.

Stook starts. Now.

Oh, it's time. Gather around the fire. Speak only in whispers I know. You have kept the

faith. You have waited and sometimes. Patience is rewarded. Snap just properly presents.

Campfire tails. Amazing stories to held a brand new season of SnapSister program. Spooked.

Real stories. From real people who can barely believe it happened themselves and I am so

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