Wednesdays are for poets
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Under the Cold Moon
Each year the sun hides and the moon reigns in the longest night
The rabbits huddle under lavender bushes as the coyotes howl and hunt
Under the Cold Moon-- feeling its light seep into my bones
I light a candle.
By Cyn Bagley December 26, 2018
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