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Waning gibbous
Last night I was up until 3 a.m., and from my desk I could see the moon rise. It had a faint coral hue and it glowed softly. Just like a child, I felt immensely reassured to see it there, and it reminded me of the small orange night light my parents would plug in our room.
1 comment:
nice writing about the waning moon.
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