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Big Moon Rising

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All evenings are spent outside as the sun goes down, the swifts go crazy, the owls start hunting, and the moon comes up, but the super moon was, of course special. A good moon for hunting rabbits in the hills, judging by distant shots and barks from all directions. Even the donkeys were affected, charging through the olives, hee-hawing in the silver light, ears flat.

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