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the moon started calling to me tonight, from out of my deep slumber. whispering silently, 'come on out, visit with me just for a bit, sit with me for a spell.' she said. had to get up, out from under my warm covers, out from my warm bed, to step outside , to commune with her again. in this quiet,still this silent, part of this night. Just me, and the moon, and this glorious cold night!
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 7:13 AM UTC
the Moon calling me again
the moon started calling to me tonight, from out of my deep slumber. whispering silently, 'come on out, visit with me just for a bit, sit with me for a spell.' she said. had to get up, out from under my warm covers, out from my warm bed, to step outside , to commune with her again. in this quiet,still this silent, part of this night. Just me, and the moon, and this glorious cold night!
Such relief from the inane activity of ‘civilized’ suburbia)
amiee
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 7:13 AM UTC
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