moon over PrunedaleA Poem by annie lee
the december moon hung above the black outline of hills like a bauble, the color of old linen -- how warm a moon on a cold night. it made me smile. © 2013 annie leeReviews
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Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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