I saw quite a bit more than usual, myself, the moon being as bright as it was. Where it shone, I could pick out many details of houses and yards, and even (vaguely) the patterns of tree bark. More pleasing were the streaks of thin clouds, which looked as though they'd been painted by Turner, and the silhouetted pine branches, inky against the luminous sky and the moon, once it settled behind them. Now and then, a breeze would stir clumps of needles and the moon would flicker behind them. The serenity of the scene was so vast as to make me impervious to the chill air. I know that when I was five or six years old, I feared the dark. Now, I can't even remember what that was like.
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I saw quite a bit more than usual, myself, the moon being as bright as it was. Where it shone, I could pick out many details of houses and yards, and even (vaguely) the patterns of tree bark. More pleasing were the streaks of thin clouds, which looked as though they'd been painted by Turner, and the silhouetted pine branches, inky against the luminous sky and the moon, once it settled behind them. Now and then, a breeze would stir clumps of needles and the moon would flicker behind them. The serenity of the scene was so vast as to make me impervious to the chill air. I know that when I was five or six years old, I feared the dark. Now, I can't even remember what that was like.
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