this evening at dusk, she decided to calm my spirit, this lovely, waxing moon underlined by stripes of pink and baby blue that tugged closely to the horizon's promise...
her nightly destination did not allow her to tarry close to my tears, but through my large third-floor picture window I rejoiced with her for an hour before she passed elsewhere to spread her calm beauty to another needy soul...
to tarry close
[2012.6.1...b]
This is ethereal!
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