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WAXING GIBBOUS

Sitting in my writing chair illuminated by a single candle and light from a waxing gibbous moon penetrating my office window. This would work for an hour or so until the earths rotation required my own rotation. Light enough to pen a few more lines. I contemplated how much light was truly needed to do the work I wanted to do… I prefer natural light, the candle being my only give, until I grab the nearest flashlight to make my way to bed.

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