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The wind has blown a warm yellow moon up over the sea; a bulbous moon, which sprouts in the soiled indigo sky, & spills bright winking petals of light on the quivering black water.
- Sylvia Plath
Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.
- Vladimir Nabokov
(Source: incarnare)