“I went out on the piazza a moment ago to see the moon rise. It was beautiful! First there was only an indication of its approach by a slight flush in the east, and then it rose big and red from behind the low dark hill, flush in the east, casting no light upon the country wrapped in dusky gray, but rising slowly and steadily, a single bit of color in the deep mysterious twilight.”

Anna Dwight Baker, Windham to Julian Alden Weir, New York City, May 4, 1882
National Park Service, Weir Farm National Historic Site, Wilton, CT

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