It's not time for the headless horseman, and Rip Van Winkle is awake. This moon greets me during a sleepless night while camping near the Hudson River in New York. Not far from New York City and Nine Eleven. Harvest and upheaval. Horror and Amnesia. But I hang there in the moonlight forever harvesting hope. Remembering and Forgetting. Slide shows.
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