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Smile at the moon, she is your daughter, she is your mother. The air tonight is radiant with the moon touched kisses of mist and emotion. We are the children of a spirit beyond us that loves us as no one can. We have found our hearts entwined in the expressive face of the children of our own loins yet, there touch upon our faces is somehow lessened except by the grace that out mother the moon. Her jeweled face gazes down and we bow in love, not obeisance, to her shining beauty, like a pearl from the depths of the brightest ocean she has been raised to hang above us in glorious splendour. May our love for her never cease and grow in the darkness of the coming days. If the end is near it is only the gateway to a brilliant new future, no door is the end. Life springs from death always, beauty comes from decay and life to life we skip endlessly across the ocean of our souls, as bottomless as the universe in which we sit as but one, pale ghostly diamond waiting for death to cleanse our and beauty unknowable to shine from our new faces.