Dusk in August under a crescent moon.
People in the neighborhood walk their dogs,
Hurrying, because they have work tomorrow.
But the air has that special kind of softness that
Makes people stir inside, think alarming thoughts.
Her house in the woods is empty tonight.
No kids, no neighbors, no husband, no plans.
So, after the dishes are put away, and a few emails read,
She looks out and sees the moon over the dark woods.
She steps out of her clothes and onto the deck,
Opens her arms and lets the pale light electrify her skin,
Feels a movement in her womb, just as in ancient times,
And she makes of herself an offering, in freedom—
An exhausted suburban wife with laundry to do—
To something primal that she had thought was dead.
HemmingPlay 
What a thought, stepping out onto the terrace naked and lifting your arms to the Sky and the Stars and……
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You don’t have to tell …. 🙂
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Yup that is the one. Love it.
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I was hoping you would post this today. I can’t get the tune What A Marvelous Night For A Moon Dance, Van Halen.
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This one?
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Lovely, as always. Jo
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Thank you, Jo.
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😊
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Hey-
I love this
’tis quite a beautiful thing
am:)
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😘
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