The moon is full, the air finely chilled, and wintry white skin will glow like pearls under the moonlight. So throw back the sheets that keep you tucked in, grab your favourite creature of the dark, and start moving. It’s a marvelous night for a
Moondance.
6 comments:
Geez. It's not even lunchtime.
As a pasty-white person, I shall henceforth think of my skin as "glowing like pearls" in the moonlight.
Good song Helen.
Well, that or like harsh fluorescent lighting...
We were just listening to this on Saturday night out on our porch.
Eight Moon posts in a row! Go Helen.
Alas, my moon phase has come to an end. I'm moving onto other celestial objects tomorrow.
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