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Feb. 26th, 2002 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinianBig fat buttery moon rose over and behind the Aurora Bridge tonight. Nothing has crisp edges like the moon. Venus in a telescope is still too small, and she will always be too cloudy. Her edges are gentler. The harshness of the moon is what makes the magic.
If I could tell you how the moon is like Death of the Endless, I would. I can't, except that I love them the same way. The deep rightness, the foreignness, change, inimical, loving. True. (Why is constant supposed to be a synonym for true? What could be more true than waning to nothing and then returning to shine on me again every time?)
If I could tell you how the moon is like Death of the Endless, I would. I can't, except that I love them the same way. The deep rightness, the foreignness, change, inimical, loving. True. (Why is constant supposed to be a synonym for true? What could be more true than waning to nothing and then returning to shine on me again every time?)
