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Jun 15
A moon milky white,
tossed shimmers to the trees.

The branches danced modestly,
As the leaves then whispered to the breeze.

Clouds lined with silver look to be sketched out of ash,
As brashly strewn sequins dance on black glass! X
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Luke85
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     Damocles, Nyssa Jacobsen, rick, 1DNA, ASLRC and 2 others
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