The moon was coming slowly up over the hill in front of them. The countryside was bathed in light, pale and cold and silvery. Everything could be seen quite plainly, and Lotta and Jimmy thought...
—Enid Blyton
…once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you – the silvery dust of the stars doesn’t shimmer like you…
—John Geddes
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