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I wrote this on the flight from Germany back to the States. We flew at night, and the three-quarters moon, Her face raised to the heavens before us, seemed to be guiding us home. I didn't find words to describe it until just before we came to the shores, as She dipped, finally, into the waters. This is a stream of thought, written in real time, somewhere between the 16th and 17th of February.
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And so she hides behind the sea, leaving the night to be lit by stars,
and leaving my thoughts to rest alone. Her light fades and spreads, across the clouded waters,
As city lights appear - unexpected - in the west:
There, Her last golden moment ends, muted by a straying cloud.

We strike land as She sinks, extinguished by the ocean, Her journey complete.
Her luminescence lingers - just a moment longer - til in a breathe -

All is dark
but for the city lights
reflecting the stars.
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More will follow, as I get time to write.