wanderations
artifacts and notes from the field
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
frost moon
Before my bed there is bright moonlight
So that it seems like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head I watch the bright moon,
Lowering my head I dream that I'm home.
-Li Po
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