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Jul 2015
Moonlight washes me
through the window.
Reaching out cupped hands,
I gather it...drink it...bathe my face.
Silky ablutions.
Moonbeams strike the silver in my hair,
throwing back a milky reflection.
For a moment I am a Goddess
instead of an old lady.
Sherry Asbury
Written by
Sherry Asbury  Portland, Oregon
(Portland, Oregon)   
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