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November 30, 2001
Look at the Moon. (A favorite song from Trip Shakespeare, a CD that disappeared from my collection years ago and I can’t find the culprit-- But I digress). Look at the Moon.

Full, bright, cool and on display just for me.

That’s how I like to think of full moons. I’m always aware of its phases. From little slivers waxing to big round early-evening rises and waning down again to nothing but complete darkness. They say there’s a man on the moon, I call it a she. She keeps order in my chaos. She makes me focus on her beauty.