We have had a series of hazy nights. While everyone else was getting glorious sharp pictures of the super moon, I got an enchanted, hazy moon that peeked at me from between the branches of an oak tree.
It was bright, but it was not clear. And yet I rather liked it. It was peaceful, a deeply sensual moon in a soft, dark sky.
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I love your hazy moons.
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Thank you. Just as well because they seem to be the only kind I can get, at least from our little home in the woods 😀
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