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Ghost Moon

Have you seen the ghost moon? It rides the coattails of that more solid rock. It alone is the real living one, the dead moon is but a shadow. Be up and seeking in the misty dawn of a hot summer when the heavens are an ethereal drape over a floating mirage. See that Luna twin rise its wedding train trailing along an aisle of fading stars, That is the moon few see; that one lives on. It waits for the vows made between earth and sky to be one day acknowledged by all.

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