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 There’s something about a winter moonlight walk,
Doc thought, as he smiled his way through his neighborhood.
He looked at the light coming from the windows of each house. Each
house warming its family. It would be about supper time now. Maybe I
can sniff just right and see if I can guess what is cooking. But
that could be construed as detective work, and this is definitely
not the time for work.
Oh no. Not when you can look through the lacy, filigree patterns of
dormant twigs high in the trees and see them play sacred music with
that moon in the background. No technology can touch the lighting of
the world when it’s dark. Not the geniuses in Hollywood or anywhere
else.
Doc stopped and looked up. [to top of second
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This, he thought, is the real
thing. The genuine article. Oh, we can make lights so bright they
blind people, but this is something completely different. This is a
light that enchants people.
Yes, Doc thought, as he turned back toward his house. It’s true.
There’s something about a winter moonlight walk. It’s COLD!
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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