Queen of the night

Word over all,
beautiful as the sky,

Beautiful that war
and all its deeds of carnage
must in time
be utterly lost,

That the hands of the sisters
Death and Night
incessantly softly
wash again,
and ever again,
this soiled world. . . .

-- Walt Whitman, Reconciliation, 1865

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I took this picture a month ago for my friend Lou, and thought it was just fine at this full moon, too.