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The blue moon rises to greet a mash of a crowd enjoying the company despite being strangers Waxing and waning it slowly. Slips. Away. until next to no souls remain and the blue moon fades and reappears on the next table

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Written by

rachel-brainard

American

Published: May 12, 2012
LinesWords: 1941

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