For that chemistry undeniable, wrenching cup overfloweth type of unf; for the earned pennies, for the marathon starts and announcements of intent, and for the gold balloon animals who mind our precious totems
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091319| Harvest Moon
When the air is white with the down o’ thistle,
And the sky is red with the Harvest Moon.–RICHARD WATSON GILDER
This year’s Harvest Moon was full and fell on Friday the 13th. Imagine the mood. Full moons are meant for reaping, (new moons for sowing); throw the harvest on it and you’ve got quite a reception.
In honor of the moonings-on, I am (finally) participating in T H E M O O N L I S T :
kate carsella 