Midnight Mountain Musings

The firefly ballerina does a grande jetë like a comet soaring across the cabin
Stained glass miniature bottles suspended by silver constantly kiss each other in a sweet symphonic synchronicity conducted by a Summer breeze
The coquette moon peaking from behind the treeline teases through the window
Heat and humidity thick as porridge hang heavy like a strange mask on the pine scented air

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