Notes

floating away like a tinged-brown log, petrified by the years, into the ocean blue. North as it loses it’s warmth to the sun. the Moon sees it well, adding another crater to its repertoire. sad is the day when the moon floats away, but happy is the new light of distant stars growing new trees beneath our feet; the very earth brings us life.

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