Figures

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It the night of the full moon. For just a minute neither waxing nor waning gibbous.

A pure white light in the sky, bright enough to cast shadows here below............
below, where walk we poor pitiful creatures.....some say created just a little below angles........others.....just a little above.

Who knows? That's above my pay grade.......beyond my kin.......

Hearken back to a simpler time, a more mellow time, and just enjoy