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under the light of the moon ~ may 7, 2001 - 4:07 p.m. I'm exhausted, really, truly, but it's that good kind of exhausted. that been-dancin'-all-night-under-the-full-moon exhausted. yes, last night the moon was full, and in my life and world at the moment, that means only one thing: moontribe. I couldn't go to the last moontribe party because I was sick and had no gas money, so I've been looking forward to this for a while. it's always outside, somewhere beautiful, and no one knows where until the night of. you just go downtown on the night of the full moon and ask around at the corner where all the kids hang out until you find someone who's got directions or the number to call. I'm really tired, uh-huh. I'm not sure I'm up to much of an entry about my night at the moment... maybe I'll write later. a good night, though, a really good night. nothing will ever touch the exquisite magic of my first moontribe experience-- and, of course, I didn't eat a WHOLE LOT of mushrooms this time around... but it was beautiful. there really is something special about moontribe. I'll tell y'all about it later... I'm a sleepy angel today.
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