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There are moons beneath us— memories of twilight winters and iridescent shadows, the flickers of candlelight and sheer nightgowns, humming and twirling beneath shadowed stars.
There are moons beneath us— if I learned to count the fingers on my hand would they all fit within my palm— fingers width apart.
