08/15/08
The full moon casts its opaque light on the clouds and the passing figures seem like ghosts along the road. A guitar plays as children softly sing to its strumming. Open houses are lit for all to see inside. A trade wind sea breeze gently blows. There is peace here; quiet here, almost unreal to my past experiences. It is a time for me to go to bed swaddled in tranquility.
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