A huge orange moon loomed over Food Basics a few weeks ago, briefly bathing the store in beauty. The atmosphere is our magus, bringing us blushing sunrises, violent sunsets and
harvest moons. It’s not September, nor a full moon, but the season for dancing and love has begun.
4 comments:
Neil for Prime Minister.
Or Leonard?
Well, we're on a partial ESP wavelength today—I did a David Crosby post. Of course, I'm off to get my hair cut.
This song is better than valium.
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