Yesterday was the big night for a hunter moon . The moon was extra bright for us. We were not cave men hunting by a little extra light on a yearly super moon. We were merely trying to catch a little extra beauty on the side.
We were hunting for words in the night’s innocent jungles .
After such a moon-laden night we could not have sat down to write an Aubade this morning.
The Morning is Just a Dream 
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