Walking along the track to the house this evening, under a half full moon, i noticed again the moonshadows.
The track passes through the forest and a lattice work of trees is laid out on the ground and i felt i was passing over a Chinese painted scroll.
At one point the forest becomes dense on both sides of the path and the detailed sculpture of the tree's lines are lost and only the blossom like pools of light remain.
It is quieter here, an invitation to walk softly so as not to break the spell of silence.
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