Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickenson
Gneiss Moon Astrology
mercurious alchemy from the hub
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
is summoned by the tides.
Emily Dickenson
That is beautiful.
agree, thank you Cyn