were not our hearts burning within us?

The full moon was so bright the children chased each other into the evening, and I studied the joy on your face. It was almost your anniversary, and you shone like newlyweds (was it the starlight?). We don’t even know each other that well, but you were so happy to share the night with us, and isn’t that the essence of community, bearing witness to each other’s loves and losses, great and small?

Come visit me over at A Deeper Story where I'm telling tales of incarnation and alchemy. We're shedding shoes and insecurities together under the moon.
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