She stepped out on the back porch to take the dogs out before bed and gasped. The full moon hovered over the harbor, casting a magical trail of light across the water that seemed to reach right to their dock. It surprised her that even after growing up here, the beauty of the lowcountry could still catch her breath. The sparkle of the moonlight dancing on the harbor was mesmerizing. She sat on the back steps. Lucky and Ella came and sat vigil at her feet. The soft breeze fluttered the Spanish moss and caressed her face. She sat for a long time captivated by the view before sleep beckoned her to climb the stairs.
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