The Beginning of It All Seated above the blackened forest canopy was the bluish print of the moon, a half-inked medallion, its watery edges tainting the vast reaches of the sky. Grey smudges of clouds drew themselves shyly across the stars, blurring but a few while the rest shivered from above. Their twinkled shards floated …
"over the hills and far away"
The-Bleu-Bivouac 