Under The Moonlight It's times like this, that trigger thoughts. In the night, sitting on the balcony sipping apple cider, I think of the very few nights we sit up talking. About everything and nothing at the same time. It was somewhat fresh and new. A fresh perspective and someone new. I remember my own balcony and how we'd jokingly try to push each other down. In the dead of the night, a very long time ago.
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