After the clouds of the aforementioned blurry sunset blew away, the night was crystal clear. A perfect horned moon rose over our little street.
Whenever I see a horned moon, I feel the tug of something ancient and strange.
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Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Night Of The Horned Moon
After the clouds of the aforementioned blurry sunset blew away, the night was crystal clear. A perfect horned moon rose over our little street.
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