Walking naked through the cold house at dawn, I’m startled by a bright light among the trees on the western ridge: the moon, big as a banjo.
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Walking naked through the cold house at dawn, I’m startled by a bright light among the trees on the western ridge: the moon, big as a banjo.
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Isn’t is just wonderful when nature can still startle a person? Nature, even after all of our knowledge, can never be predictable. I love that the most.
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Amen to that.