I dance with the blushing bride at the corner of the backyard. The Sturgeon Moon shines through the gap between old pines and gnarly maples.
It’s our last night at our old house. The movers come tomorrow.
savoring
the luminescence
our shadows
It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and pubtender De Jacksons serves up Moon!
The pub is open! Come join us!


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