I walked out onto my veranda this evening and instantly felt the need to look up. Old fat cheeks is back again. I feel so happy when that happens to me and I start smiling and buzzing with good energy. Ive really only started to adore the moon in the last 3 years. Its seems to be getting stronger as I age. Maybe its because the moon is not so harsh on my eyes as the sun. The more I think on it, its more than just the light. It calls me gently. I run from the harsh sun. Maybe its the cycles. Need to ponder this more.Soft moon shine, harsh street light trying to imitate the joys of nature.
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