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Bathed in the light of the sun, the moon was more beautiful than even the stars around.

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The moon came to the sky as a mother comes to sing a soft lullaby, to ease her children into a star-filled night.

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The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth.

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The moon reflected the pure rays of the sun, and in doing so became as beautiful as our star of the daytime.

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The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward.

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Amid the starlight was the ever glow of the moon, that mother of the sky whom watched over every beating heart, steady and true.

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In my monochrome musings the moon is a deep silver, as if she were a rock alone in space, turning pirouettes for no applause. Yet when I look for real and open my eyes that tiny bit more, I see an orb with the company of the sun, reflecting light, not silver, but with a buttermilk glow. She is there, close to our Earth, keeping us company while she may.

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The full moon shone down on the crystal and seemed to blaze there.

By may, May 8, 2014.

Found in The secret circle, authored by L.J. Smith.