This is a legend, real or imagined, from the depth of the human psyche. It could be a story that you’ve heard, or are capable of conceiving, unassisted, as you, child of the universe, ponder your small place among the prominent features our vast space, distant and close.
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THE MOON AND THE CHILD

Later on as night fell
A Southern cloud
The size of Loveland
Stood between the Moon
And a brooding child…
His grandma had often said:
‘Son of my son,
When you grow old
We’ll get you wed
To Lady Moon.
For now', she added,
'Let her be just a friend.'

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Ali H. Raddaoui. In Larmie, on this 29 night of January 2010.