Under An Alabaster Moon
On cool Autumn nights when the sky is clear, and moon and stars hang low, the forest life is awash with a soft glow that makes all things bright. I carry no lantern as I enter a world rich with sound and crunching carpet beneath. All hidden from the fearful and the darkness blind is now made clear, and glorious wonders have come to light. *BareTree3*
Copyright © George Leblanc | Year Posted 2017
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