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I imagined a quiet full moon walk. But street lights and fireworks kyboshed that idea. Here in the city it's hard to find darkness. And here on a watched border in particular. And yet, I can hear an owl in the distance, on the other side of the forbidden park.
Ahh, the sound of that owl delights me and fills me with a kind of hopefulness .... .... As if the owl is saying “We will prevail. We’re here. I’m here.” It’s calling to the full moon. And it keeps calling, despite the fireworks.
It keeps calling.
musings of someone spiritual and oddly religious
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