26th
July
2008
She sailed across the moon
Last evening we were out at what some call the “witching hour”. That time, around midnight, when the moon is rising and you see wonderful sights, the sort that can be spun into a great tale with a bit of patience. Not here and now, but years from now, when the story has been told enough times to pick up some colour. I’ll check back in a few to see if the evolution has begun.
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