Tonight is December the 5th, 1949.
The moon is full - the sky is luminous with its light - the tattered clouds race across the sky - the cool air permits no obstruction between the moon and me - the unaffected stars return my wink - the whole heaven is translucently clear & brilliant with the moonlight - I yearn to be lying on the forest floor, one with all this vast movement, loving my love beside me - but knowing still that I love the universe with all my love as I can never love a mortal man!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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