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“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.
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She sat on a cerulean blue cushion along the side of a log downwind from direct heat of the bonfire, the waves lapping the shore. She wore Levi’s blue jeans and a heather colored scoop neck tank top, its few absinthe green metallic threads occasionally glistening like fireflies where the fabric caught the light. 120 more words