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  1. Originally misread as Pimp White Moths…you well may imagine what ensued. Both versions provided good grins. Our Harvest “Big” Time Moon hung most nobly above the horizon for the sunrise and has been illuminating the yard most appropriately ghousish through t he oak tree fingers and branches and limbs. I leave the front door open (with screen emplaced) and watch the byplay as I horror my way through a one-eye’d offerings, notebook at-lap.

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