I started out with a long rambling poem of half formed questions but the Oracle had other ideas. She was obviously thinking about my recent nights visiting with the moon.
how is the moon here
in the secret sky above
my dark wanderings
October Night
K.
lines that aim to be
K. 
How indeed? She’s there even when we can’t see her. Above your wanderings, watching from the secret sky.
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Always.
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A constant companion smiling down, even when obscured. This is a kids song but I love it: https://youtu.be/p0s60T9D-Cc
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Thanks Ingrid. I love the Muppets.
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Magical. Thanks for sharing, Kerfe. Do you often go for night walks?
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Around my apartment. These were all taken from my window.
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short and sweet!
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Indeed.
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The moon is a source of eternal mystery, her comings and goings, what she thinks, and who she watches and for what reasonings. You’ve taken some really neat pictures. You have even inspired me to go outside and take some more night shots. Will be posting them sometime soon.
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She is. Looking forward to your photos!
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You say it all in a few words here. And of course, the Oracle always knows–and loves the Moon!
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She does.
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Any moment with the moon is a good one.
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I couldn’t have said it better.
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I like the mystery ~
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