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8-word prompt: lantern, drift, fracture, mustard, spine, orchard. |
| The moon, a lantern in a velvet sky, emits a mustard glow through the trees of an ancient orchard. It is the spine that supports the night; it is without fracture nor does it drift. It stands steadfast over this nocturnal landscape, signaling the birth of a new season. We revel in its effervescence as our memories echo our triumphs and failures. We rejoice, not because the journey is finished, but because this moon is our sign it starts anew. |