Every fortnight they met. The moon, the tree, and she. Dressed in moonlight, her gorgeous locks flowing in the air, caressing them, she crossed the dark mystic field without a worry in her eyes. Upon gazing her, the moon and the tree sighed.
Step by step she walked towards her, each step felt like centuries to the tree. Even though she had to wait a fortnight, the longest was after having her in sight.
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Every fortnight they met. The moon, the tree, and she. Dressed in moonlight, her gorgeous locks flowing in the air, caressing them, she crossed the dark mystic field without a worry in her eyes. Upon gazing her, the moon and the tree sighed.
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‘Dressed in moonlight’ – superb!
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you.
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This is funny. I’m probably the only one who saw it as moonlight, but this could be a perfect super moon picture, there have been so many this year.
Although I do notice now that subtle extra blue that distinguishes the two skies; day and night!
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The picture should speak in its own way to the viewer… it was a dawn, but it could have been a moonrse 🙂
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