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Wednesday, May 29, 2019

'Below the yellow moon a street light is burning'

Below the yellow moon a street light is burning white White WHITE. Why is it even on? Once I walk past no one will be there to see it. From one of the valley oaks an owl lets out a soft vowel sound. Perhaps she, too, would prefer the moonlight on its own.

James
29 May 2019
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