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murmurs of moonlightthe spirits are aware of your approachthey know that you are about to watch and they slip aside they flee like whispering strings below the snow, hushed in the half-illumination of dusk scintillating embers of moonlight dance, circling cusps of nocturnal rainbow, then steal away in an unspoken word (C) 6/13/02 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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