A full harvest moon lit the sky. In its glow, there appeared an old woman dressed in black lace. A shimmering veil covered her head. With her back to the old oak tree, she keened wildly. Her cry was carried by the autumn winds and lost on the wings of the nightingales.AnneMarie Dapp
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The full harvest moon was in the sky when this old woman appeared. She was dressed in black lace, a shimmering veil covering her head. The veil was usually worn by women who were to be buried in the family burial ground so that they could fly away to heaven. Her cry sounded like a cry of mourning for everything she had lost, all her hopes and dreams. It was so powerful that it carried across the skies.
Source: The Wall People
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