The glow shone down from overhead on another day, sun slipping in by the time we got our matinee, pages under our fingers after posting up at the bookstore for a bit, and tall green blades of all-too-fragile soon-to-dry-out catnip in between our cat’s teeth. In between, laundry; ahead of us, taxes.

Another shot of the one third of the way to full moon in the dark night sky

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