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2006-03-01 - Luna

The moon, just a delicate sliver of light, followed me home tonight. Through the tops of tall pines I watched her watching me down here on earth. No one ever kept such a vigil as she, yet I don't think she even approves of us with our motor cars and factories, our diseases and violence and hate. Only the most exceptional mother could look upon this and not turn away.

 
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