I finished the moon and stars this morning, and then re-reading the poem Janet wrote I realized I had drawn from my memories of a night on an island looking at stars and the moon, and hadn't actually rendered the imagery that Janet had put in her poem.
So this is my moony night, and I started another, moonless night, after a second, closer reading.
Love. ❤
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Well done, Lee. This is beautiful! Funny how a poem can trigger memories whether we read it word-for-word or not. This is the piece that needed to come out at this moment!
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