Oh, how I love the full moon. It's majesty and beauty dominating the night sky. The light, although brilliant, still somewhat somber encased as it is in the blackness of the heavens. With only Venus to the west of it to accompany.
Oh, how I hate the full moon. The thoghts that flit unconclusively through my mind with no resolution, reminding me of the many times I have contemplated the position in the night sky...and my own postion in the world. No Venus am I, but I always seem to occupy a space somewhat to the west of the lunascape. At least in my own mind.
Oh, how I hate people who start their paragraphs with 'Oh'. Must be some sort of stupid poetic thingie or something....
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