My parents wanted me to be an accountant. That made me blue. Instead I dreamed of palettes across the sky. College was not to be. I hitched a ride on the star of a Gypsy and we embarked on adventures only dreamers may travel. Across time zones, continents, and oceans we found ourselves in a place where the sky took shape. At night we drank ouzo under the sturgeon moon. By day, I painted heaven on earth.
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A dreamy story.
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“At night we drank ouzo under the sturgeon moon. By day, I painted heaven on earth.” Very nice, Li.
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Thank you, Fandango :)
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Mesmerizing!
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Thank you :)
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And clever too…
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That sturgeon moon keeps popping up.
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Well there is a poetry prompt out on it right now, and I decided to use it for this story as well.
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The terminology was in the news a little over a week ago. I only heard of a headline, never looked into what it meant… until this moment. This year, it was August 2nd and 3rd… from dusk until dawn. It is a full moon in August (particularly in North America); a moon named after a fish. August is a good time to blow off college, if that is what one is inclined so to do.
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:)
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Great job Lisa…the gypsy life has it’s appeals.
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:) Thank you, Max.
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That does look like the stairway to heaven. (K)
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:) The picture stumped me for a day, then I let go of the logical part of my brain and started writing.
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