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| Midnight Musing by � arhllm Moon's orange it's not hanging in the sky tonight. Somehow it has taken root, sustenance viewed through the gossamer veil of night, light stripped to the primal center. I can feel its soft radiant heat. The night breeze whispers across my face traces of the day's living heard as a distant echo a lifetime moves within a second the moon's path traced across the sky leaving a trail of children's dreams to wonder at to envy to dream for. A.R.Hill 4/2/02 |