The very best kind of different

October 26, 2010
At midnight, he asked her whether she had ever seen a moon like that. She hesitated before answering–she wanted to be sure she told the truth. But it was all so complicated. There was so much more than shape, color, reflection at work. His fingers wrapped hers while she sifted for a word that meant the very best kind of different.


  1. Nice. Really nice.

  2. Thank you, Elisa.

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