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March 11, 2019 § 4 Comments
moon in blue night’s light
Tagged: arrival, blue moon, dusk, guardian, light, moon, moonrise, night, night light, night sky, quarter moon, sunset, trees
Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing your work every day.
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Looks like the “new moon, with the old moon in its arms” that was a bad weather omen in the old ballad “Sir Patrick Spens.”
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I’ve never heard that – it’s lovely and I’m always interested in a weather omen.
WOW!
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Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing your work every day.
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Looks like the “new moon, with the old moon in its arms” that was a bad weather omen in the old ballad “Sir Patrick Spens.”
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I’ve never heard that – it’s lovely and I’m always interested in a weather omen.
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WOW!
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