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The Moon was Her Favorite
"The moon was her favorite because it would not burn her skin. She liked the shadows that looked like illusions, and the silver freckles in the sky. She liked tall shade trees and hot summer days and pools and bright mornings and shadows, but the warm nights spent in silence could not be surpassed by days spent in sunlight. Her pale skin was reminiscent of the moon, but her hair like the sun. Her body was filled with a mixture of moonlight and solar flares, but the lunar mass' color reminded her of her own beauty. She would have liked to fly with the moon and stars, to add her paleness to its glow, but she was earth's domain, and alas, she settled for quiet admiration. She settled for lullabies echoing across a silent lake, and for water droplets creating ripples on a glassy surface. She settled for owl's songs and wind's whispers and tears born of deep thought."
