Moon Dance
The lush night pressed in and cushioned the world. The rushes shivered and the water lapped at the stalks. Tiny hands and teensy feet gamboled about the lily pads. Sparkling skirts and shimmering threads of hair bounced and flounced. Mother Moon, up above, so precious, so generous, peered down with a gentle smile. Beseechingly they danced, batting their eyes and twirling their hips, willing her to pour her fortunes down to them.
Fueled By Whimsy 
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Thank you, Gede. I appreciate your knd words. 🙂