I was waiting for the bus and I looked up and saw the moon! The gracefulest sliver of gold, hanging in slate blue twilight, and I imagined that I could see the ghost of the rest of her, lit up by the mirror of earth. My eyes were caught in all that perfect roundness until dark clouds slid in from the west and covered the sky.
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June 2019
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