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Full, orange, hanging low in the sky - The moon glows against thin, dark clouds in the night sky. The man on the moon staring, glowing, calmly over the earth, Watching the ever-changing course of earthly life, Lighting up the sky iridescently, bright. The moon pales as it rises in the sky, pearly white, The thin clouds unable to contain the moon's shimmering light - They stretch across the sky like crooked fingers. Trees stand like dark beings, almost possessed in an occasional wind - Sometimes illuminated by lamps or moonlight, dimly lit Branches stretch out crookedly toward the sky, trying to touch the stars. A night alive with spirits of the dark.

A cup of coffee in front of each of us Steaming, sitting on the two-top table, The hazy summer afternoon drifting towards twilight. We’re talking about nothing and everything, But not really needing to fill the silence. Looking out the window, Watching the world pass us by, We laugh at something, a joke now long forgotten. Another night, in front of a bonfire, We’re burning marshmallows for s’mores, Warming our feet near the fire. We reminisce about high school and prom night, One foot firmly in the present, the other lingering in the past, The smell of burning wood and cigarettes and weed intoxicating. An afternoon in the sun, We are walking down the trail, Winding down offshoots next to the river, Pausing at a bend to take in the view. Continuing on, our feet crunching on the gravel path, We talk nonsense, or let nature fill the silence. Under the tunnel formed by trees and leaves, The light filtering down colored a golden emerald by the lea

We found each other in the midst of summer, Under the Mediterranean sun and the azure sky, Among the subtle smells of lavender, thyme, and rosemary, All mingling with the comforting scent of brine from the ocean. On the beach, surrounded by soft, warm sand, The sun warm and darkening our skin, mellowing us, We tried to tame the ocean waves, huge and angry before an oncoming storm, Bonding over nothings, small, shy smiles, and feeling free. With one foot in the sea and one firmly on the sand, We felt invincible, free, forever young, and eternally happy, For this moment was endless. With the sun on our backs and the wind in our hair, Our skin darkening, our hair absorbing the sea salt, We connected in our own unique way. You, silent and brooding, lean and tan, dark eyes and hair, And me, loud and boisterous, a little thick and pale, light eyes and hair, We were as opposite as black and white, the positive and negative ends of a magnet; We were drawn to