I am blind to the world. I can see the woven threads that make it up. It shines brightly in the day and night. I cannot see what lies before me, but as long as the moon shines in the night, then I can walk through the midnight light. I may not see your face, but your life is too simple to see. I love you my cloud covered moon.
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