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RIDING ON THE MOONRISE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In monochromatic musings the moon rises--a deep silver ballerina, turning pirouettes with perfect form. In eternal stoic grace, she takes her place in the heavens, content to ever-reflect the light of the sun. Her moonbeams appear as runways in the starry night. dreams ride on moonbeams hung from that silver being as dreams always do
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