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[[strikethrough]] Wednesday, December 19, 1928 [[/strikethrough]]

Full Moon at Panama Miraflores Locks

The moon was full over Panama.  The moon was the richest gold of any September moon; [[strikethrough]] this moon [[/strikethrough]] and it leaned back into the solid black sky in such a way that the yellow lustre dissolved in the quiet water of the Miraflores Locks.

Along the edges of the cut, on the thin strip of cement and the even line of black cable cogs, were the tall two-armed [[strikethrough]] light [[/strikethrough]] lamp-posts  But the light from the bulbs seemed weak, so brilliant was the moon.

The great gates, which in day time, regulated trade and ships and commerce, great cargoes, were quiet now.  The gates, which, with such great assurance and power and perfection of rhythm stopped the stream of ships, were now folded silently into the walls. 

Still, and with a curve of repose, the gigantic chain of tremendous links (of stupendous strength) was stretched across the water.  The rust upon it looked blood-red in the moon-light.

The intense silence and quiet [[strikethrough]] simplicity [[/strikethrough]] repose of the locks [[strikethrough]] seemed [[/strikethrough]] made them look unreal and [[strikethrough]] dead [[/strikethrough]] powerless.  Only the sphere of radiance in the darkness was alive.