Maybe it's a good night to plant potatoes. Or have babies, or make them.
Maybe on this night the creatures of the sea feel an irresistible alluring, and turn and swim through watery silver light toward the nets of the fishermen.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Full moon rising
A full moon glimmered just below the tops of the spruce forest last night. Slowly it appeared.
Maybe it's a good night to plant potatoes. Or have babies, or make them.
Maybe on this night the creatures of the sea feel an irresistible alluring, and turn and swim through watery silver light toward the nets of the fishermen.
Maybe it's a good night to plant potatoes. Or have babies, or make them.Maybe on this night the creatures of the sea feel an irresistible alluring, and turn and swim through watery silver light toward the nets of the fishermen.
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