The stars winked at each other as the clouds sailed past the Moon.
The Moon always smiles at me from the indigo sky.
She whispered softly; All Is Well.
She glowed ever so brightly.
And I fell in love with her once again.
Georgia P.
Feb. 2021
There's a lighthouse on the north side of Roosevelt Island here in NYC in the middle of the massive, dangerous East River. It was buil...
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