A tristful moon tried to unfurl it’s peek-a-boo self, not only from a stubborn cloud deck, but also, seemingly, from the pull and weight of the sky itself.
Directionless moonbeams ricocheted pianistic light amongst billions of pop up and down crests, as an enormous, spotted gray sea bird flew above the pristine seafront… {holy friggin crap this water is cold} save for the fresh footprints filling in and draining out with tidal regularity.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
Love how much can be written about the moon! Great job as always. This story has taken so many leaps and bounds but they are always exciting!
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The end is getting closer Anjali. Thank You so very much for your unconditional hug of this story.
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I am sure many readers are going to mourn the end of this suspenseful story. However, we look forward to your new creations with your awe inspiring photos. I wish I could be this succinct instead of verbose!
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I am sure many readers are going to mourn the end of this suspenseful story. However, we look forward to your new creations with your awe inspiring photos. I wish I could be this succinct instead of verbose!
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Did a little binge reading today 😊 😍 as always 🎈🎉🎊
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You are very kind Harolene. Thank You so much.
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I can just feel that cold water and recall a lake in Sweden which in summer was still too cold for me. I love the intrigue and descriptions you present us. Bravo.
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I always appreciate your interest and thoughtful comments Dr Mary. Thank You so very much.
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Your story is amazing and intriguing. I read every word with great anticipation.
Looking forward to MORE. Great writing Edward!! Really don’t want this end.
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Thank You for your interest and wonderfully kind words Nelly. I truly appreciate it.
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