After Sunday night pasta on the porch, we shifted to the wicker couch so we could watch the nearly full moon climb above the tree line in the crisp clear air. It was as if the trees held the moon in their hands.
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.
--Frederic Lawrence Knowles
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. --Frederic Lawrence Knowles
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