It is midwinter, and a bit bleak, at that. However, the sight of the moon rising in mystery through the clouds and bare tree limbs was something none of us wanted to miss. All three of us stood on the hot tub cover, awed. Although Cecil seemed more interested in licking up the rainwater. While he lapped, the keeper and I toasted our departed moonlover, Prince Anastassi. The next thing we knew it had slipped into its veil of cloud.
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