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I sat upon the crescent moon tonight, a silver swing in the sky, my feet dangling over the quiet dark like a kid on a cosmic porch. Earth floated below~ a bright blue marble someone forgot to put back in the toy box. “Look at you,” I said, “all dressed up in oceans and twirling like you own the place.” The moon just winked, rocking me gently, as if to say, “Don’t tell them~ but you’re my favorite view.”
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