If I were
still a poet, I could find a fable in a fallen fluff of feline fur.
If I were still a photographer, my camera could not contain all the cuteness it could capture.
If I were still a photographer, my camera could not contain all the cuteness it could capture.
All I have on this last day of January is a snapshot of the super blue blood moon that
I took an hour and a half after sunset. I wish I had remembered to get out
earlier as it rose in the sky. It looks like a melon. Can you see (at about 4 o'clock) where the stem could have been? And the stripes rounding out from there?
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