A Tipping View

The night had in it a curious wonder and a strange beauty.

            It was born of the world having flipped over onto its underside, its very back, and forced all the people on that side of it to look at the whole of everything quite differently.

            The moon rose, and acted the guide for the new insights and thoughts and keen plans that made their way into minds and hopes and dreams.

            And offered a note of pity for all who had gone to bed too early.

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