The innocence of the moonlights reflection on the leaves, as the soft wind caressed my face brought a smile to my heart. A reminder that the night was embracing all that was tender and loving. A breeze that spoke to you ,while it refreshed your hair and reflected the moonlight. The need to capture your thoughts. Moonlight touched with a softness without distraction. Time is innocent with its interaction with the breeze and the moonlight.

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