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By The Light of the Moon

Childhood joys under nature’s lamp

Growing up in South America, at night we relied on the light of the moon. Back then there were no lights except the light of the moon and the weak flame of a dying candle or a flambeau lamp.

The place was pitch black; you couldn’t even see your fingers in front of you.



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Pene Hodge

Nurse, Mom, Writer. I write because I must. Arrive curious, leave inspired. I welcome collaboration, contact