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the moon laps through and behind the trees sharp edges, glowing in quarters, halves, and wholes. it wants you to run with it until you begin to run to it. wrap it with your imaginary lasso and pull it in. have it hold you in its craters. have it keep you from the darkness and the cold. it wants you to become its small night sky for its big bright glow. "vous serez le seul ami dans le monde pour moi, je serai la seule lune dans le monde pour vous."
sincerely, the moon.