Last night it was raining, and for a moment the fat, just-past-first-quarter moon peeked out of a break in the clouds as they rushed across the sky in the gusty wind, and it felt almost warm. Tonight it is cold again, and up on the hill the air is clear and full of hard, sharp stars and an even rounder, bone-white moon, but closer to the river the valley is filling up with a thin fog.
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June 2019
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