A Crescent Shy of Half
March 3, 2016 A crescent shy of half, She still called, welcoming me to sit with Her in the chilly February morning, whilst She and the Stars still had command of the sky. I hadn’t sat with the Moon, in…
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March 3, 2016 A crescent shy of half, She still called, welcoming me to sit with Her in the chilly February morning, whilst She and the Stars still had command of the sky. I hadn’t sat with the Moon, in…
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She is patient, the Moon, allowing the conversation in my head to march through, not unlike the exodus of clouds casting over, around Her, passing until, at last we sit seemingly alone She and I. Having our heart to heart…
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