Last night's moon was a beautiful moon.
I was walking up the hill when I noticed it, all at once I wished I had someone to call and say: "Look at the moon, it's a beautiful moon."
There is intimacy in tiny observations.
I stood for a minute and looked at it. Then I got bored. Some things are really great all on your own, but sometimes they are better with two.
I hope you saw it anyway. And I hope you thought it was a beautiful moon.
Because it was.
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