Black out poem

Poem: Traveling

“The night sky put to flight all the lesser stars but the Moon waned again , November, December passing gone north, gone south, gone east and west, crossed mountains and entered fields, and so at last they had made a great journey, passing down the strange country, but they discovered they had learned no fresh news. Nothing had been found, no other trace was to be seen, no presence to be felt. It seemed that they had vanished from the North.”

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