As I looked up I fancied my luck; witnessing yet another full moon. True, I had seen her heavenly glory hundreds of times in my life, but they were not limitless. One might think of the full moon as a mere cycle of common sight, that she will greet one’s eyes ad-infinitum. But would the value of life be diminished? and life uncherished?

‘This may be my last moon,’ I thought.

I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow.

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