An hour before sunrise, the yard is flooded with moonlight for a few moments, till the rift in the clouds drifts on to uncover a sliver of dawn sky, the last few stars.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
I don’t often comment, but your reflections mean so much to me. I reread them through the day. They delight and steady me and put my heart at peace. Thank you so much. May you thrive and find joy!
lovely.
Thanks for the kind comments – much needed on a frustrating morning spent trying to keep the website’s creaky infrastructure updated.