The Year in Two Voices
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Tonight the moon is following my every move;
it is neither waning nor obscured by clouds,
it is high and luminous and full
of possibility.
I've arrived--
looks like paradise--
but where are you--
you said you'd
be here too.
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