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Oct 20
This morning it was dark , so dark
Not a sound abound not even a lark
I looked out but there was nothing to see
The black velvet darkness
was there in front of me
Like if Iā€™d closed my eyes
and gone to sleep !
Think it was the contrast of seeing the hunter moon on previous nights , it just looked exceptionally dark!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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