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"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." (George Carlin)
Shutting the book and returning to her desk, she turned the words over in her head as the pencil twirled between her fingertips. On a full moon night such as this, it seemed to be true. The countryside, touched by the moonlight, was still. It was as though the night was holding its breath, waiting, like a bow poised above a stringed instrument, a conductor with his baton raised, the listener perched on the edge of a chair. The cool air was thick with expectation.
Yet no music would sound into the night. Instead, the moon simply paused in the blue-black sky, her light spreading deep into the corners of the night, illuminating loudly the secrets of women working quietly in private chambers. As the silver dial reached the height of its waxing, some blew out candles, some prayed or recited incantations, while others tossed their arms upward to embrace their celestial queen.
Smiling softly, her pencil touched the paper. On such a silent night, when the wolves have lost their voices, the women will sing with the moon.
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