What if the moon was always full and the mountainsides eternally green? Think of the thrushes and buntings their night migrations pulsing with light. Tides would be high, every sea bass and abalone distant kin to the satellites. While in my sleeping living room shines a fully lit harbinger to the new week ahead.
Month: February 2024
Ronovan Writes Haiku Prompt #500
Tell me a storyhow the crocus bloom in snowFebruary wanes Story in the skyOrion and the sisterswonder never wanes
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