When I arrived, only the thinnest sliver of moon hung in the sky. Now a perfect half moon lies suspended over the mountains. It’s time to go home again, for now.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
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When I arrived, only the thinnest sliver of moon hung in the sky. Now a perfect half moon lies suspended over the mountains. It’s time to go home again, for now.
Posted by Trailhead at 10:55 PM
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