...As I communed with Nature under a full moon...the last full moon of the summer. My farewell seemed only fitting on a night such as this: the air balmy and close, the crickets still singing, and the slightest occasional breeze whispering in the trees...all else, solitude. I let my robe fall from me, and walked a few paces before lying down in the grass. I defy you to not feel like a goddess, lying naked in the moonlight...white skin bathed in the purest of white light. Putting on my robe once more, I held up a candle to the moon and bid it and the summer goodnight.
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