There was a lovely harvest moon in my part of the world as well. So incredible to witness!
I love that song. And seeing a big yellow moon rising over the Peticodiac.
Yes. I remember living on the shores of Shepody Bay and watching a full moon rise at low tide. The moon, like Narcissus, viewed her perfect image in the flawless mirror of the wet mud and reflected on her beauty until the returning sea dissolved the reverie.
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