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Meditation on the Gibbous Moon
1 min readAug 29, 2018
Under the Gibbous moon, a cat walks near the road,
fresh fallen leaves crisp on the green grass,
the first ones of the year.
Is it the end of a season or the beginning of one?
This is of no concern to the cat, whose eyes remain on its current path,
content with the mildness of the present moment.
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