Sep 12, 2016 11:28
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When the day's humidity has broken
and the risen moon makes dew drops glisten
like stars across the expanse of your lawn,
a moth approaches the deck lamp outside
your bedroom window, its wings aflutter
casting shadows against the wall that form
the very pattern from which dreams are sewn.
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I didn't realize I hadn't checked your journal for a while.
Very happy to see some new ones.
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