November Moon

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Dog snuggled in her bed, man reading in ours, I slipped out the front door about 11 last night, then again this morning at 6. Last night the stars were brilliant. I imagined a thickly woven hammock strung between trees, me wrapped in a soft blanket cocoon for warmth. Would my dreams be different if I slept there?

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