The moon came to bid me goodnight last night. Moonbeams shone through my blinds and danced across my blankets. He doesn’t come around often. The sun is more friendly, waking me up every morning with rays of a new day, new hope. So when the moon shows his beams, I know it’ll be a good night. And it was.
All The Love
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