Today, nay, tonight, as I traversed through the way back home, I gazed in awe at the beautiful Moon. It was the same Moon that I had seen for 19 years: full-round and circular, and emanated a silver aura down to the dark Earth below. But that was not what was of marvel … it was the wispy veil of clouds, shrouding across the Moon, that imparted it with mysterious beauty.

Moonlight imbued through the patch of clouds, like a glowing mother-of-pearl with the brilliant gem (the Moon) residing so preciously within. I continued walking, and the skies transformed yet again. This time, the pearl was swept awash in a fluffy, satiny gossamer, like the remnants of the trail imprinted by a gown’s train of the goddess floating across the skies.

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