The Moon Collector

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🌕 The Moon Collector She has always known that moonlight doesn't simply fall, it gathers. Pools in the hollows of old trees, settles into the folds of dark fabric, drifts toward those patient enough to hold still and wait. On the longest nights, when the full moon hangs low and the bare branches claw at the sky, she walks out alone. Not to chase the light but to receive it. The moths find her first, they always do. They are drawn to the same quiet frequency she carries, the one that hums just below hearing. She opens her hands, and one by one, the moon gives back what it borrowed...pale wings, cold glow, the soft weight of something sacred. She does not speak on these nights. She only collects. 🎨 Medium: Watercolor on watercolor paper 📐 Size: 2.5" x 3.5" ✍️ Original: One of a kind, hand painted, signed 📦 Ships: Protected in sleeve inside 4x6 rigid card and envelope