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Friday, April 26, 2013
Moon
I step outside onto my porch, the coolness of the evening touches my face, the dampness of the wood is felt under the soles of my feet. The yard is bathed in a white gray light from the moon that casts an ethereal glow over everything. I look up to the Moon and feel her gentle pull on my skin, hear the mournful calling of her sorrow on my ears. The pull becomes overwhelming to the hold that Earth has on me. I feel almost weightless; with a slight hop, I leave the ground and begin to ascend to my Gray Mistress. With a slight force of will, I accelerate faster into her arms.
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