harvest moon
Last night the harvest moon hung so full and low I thought I’d grown taller. Thought I could reach out and touch the brilliant ball taking up most of the autumn night sky. Heaven felt close. Felt like a pinky-promise moment. After a season of looking down, watching a frail, heaving chest, it felt unfamiliar … Continue reading harvest moon
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