The Lunar Night, Chicago
In the indigo sky hang lights like lanterns strung from here to eternity. Bright holes punched in the night, they creep in from the east, queued for landing but aimed at the spotlit moon holding fast...
In the indigo sky hang lights like lanterns strung from here to eternity. Bright holes punched in the night, they creep in from the east, queued for landing but aimed at the spotlit moon holding fast...