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Charles Yonkers's avatar

When we were with the Peace Corps in the early 1970s in Dahomey (now Benin) West Africa and "up-country," a full moon took on new significances. As there was no electricity in most of the scattered hamlets and small villages, a full moon was a celebrated event. "On va tappee' ces soir," people said, which meant there would be bonfires and drums, dancing and story-telling, frolicking and festivities. Children ran through the clay pathways and in and out of huts...the drums seemed everywhere, and the full moonlight illuminated a living time and place. It animated and excited everyone with its magical powers. It was an unforgettable good time....

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prue batten's avatar

I love a full moon - I can see the rabbit on the surface, the night is bright for walking, the tides are higher (and lower) and it's an odd kind of company. So much less threatening than a dark shadowy night. But the neighbourhood dogs hate it - you can hear them baying and I must put on a black satin eye mask or like you, I would never sleep.

On this night of a supermoon, I can hear the birds - plovers and magpies - becoming confused at the abundance of light. Perhaps they are mating. It's a night for love

Which brings me to your special night - tell the story soon. I can imagine your beautiful wordage already...

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