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May 2017
The moon with haste ascended,
In the witching hour,
Inspiring all, in her thrall,
To draw upon her power,

She sparkled iridescently,
Most bewitching pearl,
Radiant transcendently,
Becoming as a heathen girl.
Megan Sherman
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