Night has it's still, quiet pockets. Much like a pita. Much like a poem where the moon bounces off a clean surface. Especially if she is a super Winter moon.
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Showing posts with label super Winter moon. Show all posts
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Night keeps its corners quiet
Night has it's still, quiet pockets. Much like a pita. Much like a poem where the moon bounces off a clean surface. Especially if she is a super Winter moon.
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