You know, much of my poetry is in praise of Summer and all it's aspects, including the full moons. But as I was traveling out tonight to pick one of my boys up from work I just happened to notice how very bright the full moon was. The sky was so clear and the air cold, almost sharp as cut glass. Beautiful. The stars were shining, complementing the moon's light. I feel that a painting idea is waiting in there.
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