_..._     
      .'     `.    
     :         :    FULL MOON
     :         :  
     `.       .'  
       `-...-'

srawberries were ripe.
but no offering was made.
i failed again.

and i have to confess:
i fell in love with the New moon.
i like its drive that takes me
into the darkness.
beautifull darkness
where the light is so full of potential.