I jumped when I saw the solstice moon between the buildings on the bus--I had forgotten it would be full, or just a hair off full--and as I was walking home from the stop it was low and fat and bright behind the trees, and it lit up the mist and the shadowy branches and the whole sky.
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AuthorBitter Water
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