Looking Out My Back Door
- twillaklamm
- Feb 24
- 1 min read
Above the trees, the moon rises, throwing the night into dark shadows. Higher and higher the bright circle climbs, creating a moving scene of wonder.
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Above the trees, the moon rises, throwing the night into dark shadows. Higher and higher the bright circle climbs, creating a moving scene of wonder.
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