mooning, hair on end

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standing in my backyard at the balmy tropical dusk-hour, my gaze gluing itself on a row of pines that underlines the eastern sky and something happening that stands my hair on end and obliterates every trace of mental activity leaving nothing knowable save the ceaseless singing continuo of the Being-field

the full moon rising

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