From my fourteenth floor perch, the city was all blocky shapes and sparkling lights and vaguely threatening floodlit scaffolding on top of skyscrapers, and then I saw the yellow moon, hanging fat and low in the misty night like a half-lidded cat eye. It seemed to be baleful just for me, and I told it a blessing. We were up in the sky together, above it all, and I felt powerful and grounded.
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