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It was a near perfect view of the moon. Clouds of the night, like soft horizontal lines drawn by an artist in the sky, cutting the silver light into pieces. It was much the pitch-black backdrop as it was the brightness of the lunar object -- the way light sits upon dark, the way dark caresses light lovingly in its hands. Our eyes drink it in, if we attend to the moment. Long after I lost the moon to trees, buildings and plans, still it shone in my mind, waiting to be written. #smallstories