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When the Moon Rises, Aloof

When the Moon Rises, Aloof When the moon rises pale, round, aloof, over the horizon the wild flowers fold their bright petals tight on the headlands. When the wild flowers spread their petals wide on sloping capes the white gulls … Continue reading

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