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- Full Moon Rising©by Gabrielle Griswold ('44)FULL MOON RISING The moon was caught in trees last night, entrapped before she gained full height and caged within a traceried snare of branches black and branches bare. I saw her, captive, in mid-air, like jewel caught fast in tangled hair, but, never fearful for her plight, I cherished hope of future flight. For even netted birds go free. And so, when she rose high enough, did she! |
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