It’s too smoky tonight to see the moon rise. I know it’s out there, pulling the tide, tugging at the underground rivers, drawing out the marsupials. It’s rising fat and round. I google: in the Old Farmer’s Almanac (which has nothing to do with farmers in Tasmania and everything to do with farmers in North America) April’s full moon is called the Pink Mo…
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