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darkness came,
the full moon rises,
illuminating all around,
with its whitest light.
the shadows cast..
the plants, the trees,
grayish sillouetes abound.
the moon now half way thru its journey,
even brighter than before,
now moves away,
towards its end of flight,
casting shadows till the dawn.
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shadows of the moon
shadows of the moon
