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    • Last night the moon was as beautiful as I’ve seen it—a haze of light in a hazy mist above frost-burnt leaves. I tried to capture that in an earlier version of this haiku but could only come up with clichés and vapid adoration. Thought of taking a picture, but the moon always comes out looking like a tiny little speck. It’s all in the eyes….


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