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Jul 2012
Full moon
on the west side
while sun rises
on the east
sights such as these
bring me to my knees
to be blessed
by such a feast
standing in my garden   sun has not quite risen   magic   i'm sure time stops     The moon still shining high in the west as the sun starts to appear in the east   you could almost split the sky in half the horizans look so differant yet part of each other
Eileen Prunster
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Eileen Prunster  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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