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Moon - Nov. 4, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 24, 2024
  • 1 min read

I don’t know gibbous

but I know crescent


I don’t know blue or blood red

but I know new and full


and I know rising

but not really setting


it usually fades too fast

before the mountain takes it


like a death that occurs

before the final breath


and there’s nothing left

to say goodbye to


 
 
 

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