I saw the moon tonight all full and creamy white half-hidden behind a slate-blue cloud at twilight time.

I remembered then that moon again so bright with peachy yellows and reds rising above the bone-dry lakebed and the hills were all slate-blue of every shade the night that we first met.

Is it just a month? Because it seems another time another life another world of fair Atlantis in the clouds beneath the sea of dreams so real so far to reach to touch solidity like a slice solid then ephemeral now unreachable untouchable almost unimaginable. Like the time I smelled your tangerine skin and held your slender sweetness in my arms.

-- Anonymous, September 18, 2002

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I saw that same moon.

Full it was, and watching Carnivale, and all of us dancing, and laughing, and the colors in the street flashing from the light in all the childrens' eyes, upturned as I walked by, sweet bud-lips pursed in "oohs" and "ohs" - surprise at the flashing silver that sparkled from my shoulders and danced over my head as I bent down to say their names, and touch their hands, and smile into the place I found in their new faces, the place that said "I am" and "You are" and "We are in a very special world!"

Radia walked under that same moon, and thought of you, too.

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-- Anonymous, September 23, 2002