Like restless spirits roaming the landscape fog drifted in abandoning the dark waters behind. A buoy marker moaned in the distance shattering the silence. The first slice of the new moon dangled in the inky sky. It was a time for magical conjuring.
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Like restless spirits roaming the landscape, fog drifted in, abandoning the dark waters behind. A buoy marker moaned in the distance shattering the silence. The first slice of the new moon dangled in the inky sky. It was a time for magical conjuring.
I have such a mental block with commas.