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14 Harvest Midnight Like a thankful sight the moon comes out. And the act of seeing it is there. Yes I think it could be blown away by a dying breath. It could be given back to its creator all comet scarred as an incomprehensible lapse in judgment and all that would be missing would shine, the shy memories and the memories agitating entire lifetimes for attention, memories the whole night over, every wavering choice. ...

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