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The Same Moon

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Look up.
The window lets in a cold breeze.
My blanket is tucked tightly around my chin.
Behind the tree outside, the moon peaks through.
My thoughts slip away from my reach.
I can't help but imagine,
think,
and dream.
What lies ahead?
What happened to my past?
As I gaze at the moon so high above,
I ponder my thoughts and think.
We are looking at the same light.
Thousands of miles away.
We still have a connection.
No matter the distance.
No matter the miles.
We will always remain,
under the same moon...





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