An Almost Full Moon

Although almost full, the moon was only a muffled speck of light behind the clawing late season clouds, and although barely a spreading reflection above the mountains, a reflection still. It had been raining on and off throughout the day and the ground was wet, and the brush Billy was burning was wet too but it managed still to be sent into smoke and steam funneling to the darkness surrounding the fire. The forest quiet. Tall fir trees towering around, silhouettes against the less dark sky, Billy dragging debris from the brush pile into the flames.

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