A summers night between the two bunk-beds we huddle by the window, past our bedtime and in awe of the full moon. And as kids do we let our curiosity and imagination run wild seeing ghosts and shadows in the tree. We had a beagle hound named Applejack, or puppy she was more often called. Puppy lived at my Grandparents whom were a skip and hop through the woods from us. This is important because the hound waltzing past our window was not puppy especially since this was a tall white afghan hound. Maybe it was our neighbors? No, our "neighbors" lived two or more miles down from us as this was early 2000s in rural Appalachia. As this dog seemingly hoovering above the ground walked towards the woods, passing the cars in our driveway transparent and ghostly some of us in the pile by the window recessed out of fear, one exclaimed "Ghost dog", but me, I just sat in awe at how beautiful it was. I don't know who's beautiful beast this was, if it was a exaggeration of our childish mind and sleepy eyes, or if this was indeed a ghost dog. Either way the moonlight that night was beautiful and I will never forget it.
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