It's been a while since I've done this (I don't get to say that very often)
For Lee
Dancin in the moonlight 7/10/07He sat up until very late. The sun had long since bid its farewell to the unctuous heat of the day. He was glad for the extra pints of whiskey he brought. It dulled the edge of pain that cut into his every though. Why he chose to come here was beyond him. He had avoided it for so long.
The last tongues of flame died away in his campfire, and left him lit only by the soggy, cotton moonlight. The valley beneath him was shrouded in a haze, either of Gods or Jim Beams making, he could not say, but the light was enough to let him see what he was meant to see.
The two men rolled in the high grass: raised themselves up, and chased around like puppies in the throes of an inexplicable burst of energy, that was patently created for the young. Eventually, the movements of the two men slowed, and became more undulating. They grew closer in their physicality, until the dark outlines of each was individually indiscernible, and they became a single form, dancing in the moonlight. As he watched them and yearned to be there: to be one of them, he knew instinctively, he was one of them. The unavoidable veil of alcohol descended on him, and sent him deep into a dreamless sleep. He awoke the next morning, as wordless and soulless as when he arrived, and the knowledge that he would never return to Brokeback Mountain was already as secure a part of him as his skin.
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