I’ve heard it said
the moon’s a melancholy soul –
up there all alone,
with no light of its own
and only sometimes whole.
But I spend a lot of time with the moon,
waiting somewhere between
asleep and awake
while the world turns from night to day
and the sky changes with the seasons.
And I say this:
It’s something truly special
(and not for all of us)
to keep close the company of the stars,
to see through another’s radiance
and shine a path bright and clear
in the darkness.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
I learned to love the moon when it was the only light I had to read by at night. A kindred soul is a gift.
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I agree. 🙂
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This is so beautiful, Katie…
❤
David
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Thank you so much!
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Really good.
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Thank you!
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More awesomeness
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Thanks so much! 🙂 And thank you for reading!
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Yes ma’am!
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