Never mind this silly «have you ever danced with the devil in
the pale moonlight» nonsense, plucked from a vat of colorful acid.
My eyes quickly adjusted to
the pale moonlight to reveal a whole new underwater world.
Nor should XX chromosome favoritism be ignored once blood spills under
the pale moonlight.
Not exact matches
Noa sleeps with the curtains open, allowing as much
moonlight as possible to flood her bedroom, allowing her to see each and every picture on the walls, if only as a
pale glimmer.