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Tuesday, May 6, 2008

small and sweet

Just the tiniest sickle of light hangs above the western horizon like a Mona Lisa smile on the approaching night. Sweet little smirk, one could miss it if looking for something flashier between the clouds. Sneaky moon.
Posted by Caroline at 8:10 PM
Labels: mona lisa, moon, smile

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