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Moon Rise

 


“Do you want to catch the moon rise?”
An invite. 
The drive. 
Walk on damp sand through fading light. 
A small smoldering fire for warmth. Gratitude. 
Picnic chairs facing east. 
Nearly cloudless night. 
Mugs of water handed out. 
Winter coats. 
A Great Lake. 
Laughter in hushed tones. 
Talking of old memories while making new. 
Timing just right. 
A moon that pushes up in shades of sunrise. 
A cold Wisconsin spring night. 
Lunar light stretching in a dazzling path. 
Across water. 
And time. 
Connecting us. 
Somewhere in a remote place 
on a dark night -
lit by starlight and moon beams. 
A gift beyond measure.
Surrounded by salt of the earth souls. 
#priceless 
#illtreasureforever

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