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It lays there resting high in the sky softly glowing a circle of bright light shimmering so in our black shades our lens painted by sites of trees swaying dancing our bodies absorb the light an owl silent as an indian hunter raising its feathers its swoops, dives to its prey the sun sleeps by its side touching it gently giving it warmth the moon the moon the moon in its space it is blue |