Will you be the sun or the moon? I asked her. She said, I’ll be the moon. Why? I asked, the light does not belong to the moon. I’ll still be the moon, she said. To borrow from elsewhere and light the dark, that is the moon. I would always want to be the moon.…
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May be it has been ages that I stared at the moon in the night sky. Suddenly today, I can see the crescent moon in the evening sky. Through my glass window I stare at it, lying on my bed. A bit dizzy because of the flue, the moon seemed calmer than the usual sight.…
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