The apple and dogwood trees are losing their petals. I seen a baby rabbit with its family in the yard next door.
Last night the night air was warm the moon is going dark in a few days. I stand and behold the night and let it into my lungs. I prefer the night. The light stings my eyes. It’s intrusive an annoyance. I cover my face to escape it.
The night is magical. I wish that the morning would never come.
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