The moon had thought she was dying. For the last hour she had watched petrified as the Earth sidled up and discreetly took her place between the Sun and herself. When it was over and she was visible again she realized that the disappearing had taken a lot from her. She had finally come to know that the abundant beauty she shared with everyone was the result of light reflected from a mere star, the sun. She was furious the next day and bounced angrily off all surfaces she could see.
He assumed that they were words she remembered from a different life time. Or perhaps she had found them in the various rooms of her head. It was always going to be difficult. To love her. He had decided to try anyway.
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