I have a thing for the moon...and the stars too, really. I first realized my love for the night sky at age 13 when I visited Haiti for the first time. Being a city girl, I had never before experienced darkness of such intensity. I remember lying on the ground, gazing up at a multitude of stars I had never seen. If there is anything I love more than a starry night, it is a full moon. Perfectly round piercing brightness that penetrates my soul. There is a feeling of connectedness. We are all under the same moon. On nights like these, I look up and imagine Marc seeing the same moon. The distance loses some of its power. I love you to the moon and back, Babe!
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