Marked by the moon above, Like a star over a stable It's stone steps lit by headlights, An archway stands watch. On a warm California night On a little used backroad high in the hills The ghosts of past travelers Dare me to enter the Inn. My sandals are not sensible wear (I have come from a dinner in town). The light coming from behind me Doesn't illu…
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