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Once upon a cold January night, the white Wolf Moon is shining in a bright hare's eye. This is now and this was then and this is Luna Moon Hare. The path that she walks is white with snow. The world is cold and still. Luna's paw-prints mark her journey as she carries the holly crown through the winter stillness. She has travelled above, below and beyond and has seen the Cold Moon scatter diamonds on the frozen land.
The snow, now a blizzard, sweeps around her, stinging her eyes, blinding her, swirling, whipping whirl-winds, spinning, white light, floating, rushing air. She is swept off her feet. She feels like she is flying! She IS flying! She is riding on the back of a great white swan. In the rushing air of the sweeping wings she hears the words. "Remember, you are never alone".
The rhythm of the flying swan lulls Luna into deep sleep.
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