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the words seemed to drip from her lips like an infinite tap of bittersweet honey and, outside her window, she could see the stars winking at her, silently begging for a taste. among them, the moon sat patiently and she found herself wishing that she could plaster her shattered mosaic of a story across its surface. but it's quite hard to paint the moon when you're so far away from it. so, she sat down, opened her laptop and began to write with hopes that maybe one day the sky would display the colors for everyone to see.
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"I haven't seen you drawn anything else beside the moon. I find it quite weird to catch you up on the balcony watching the moon every so often." I keep all the materials in their place such as the coloring pencils and the sketchpad in which almost nothing has left to fill the pages. I moved a little closer to her so she can hear what I say. "Listen." "I remember when I was still a kid; it was during mom's funeral, I was crying when suddenly a seemingly old man approached me. He said: "Son, you see that moon? beautiful...,isn't it? The moon may appear to be lonely out there, but it still shines against darkness."

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