Just a couple quick shots of the moon this week. Carol finished her round of treatment on Thursday, felt good enough Friday to go out for a six-mile run and go to the movies last night.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. -- Tahereh Mafi
“Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
― E.E. Cummings
― E.E. Cummings
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