chronicle of my journey through my matriarch years - love , work, dreams, frustrations, poems, paradoxes
Monday, October 17, 2005
The moon did rise in perfect harvest moon glory - blood red, then blowing up and floating like a child's orange ballon, next clear pumpkin orange, then the color of candy corn, lemon yellow, flaxen, finally high and silver. Glorious.
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