Kayla and I leave for dinner. The moon smiled at me as I smiled at him. He was full but my stomach was not. We come out from dinner and see the moon again. This time the moon and I are both full as we smile at each other; full but not warm. Mr. Moon looks cold with his fare complexion yet inviting with his crater smile. The cousin and I are chilly so we decide to make cocoa and sit by the fire as we gaze at the inviting moon. The fire warms my face as it dances from the pit. The serene serenade of the waterfall in the background is soothing but is quickly interrupted by the ouw ouw ooouww of dogs and the wee ooh wee ooh of the ambulance rushing down the street. The world is chaotic but Mr. Moon stays still in the sky as he gazes upon us. They say that smoke follows beauty, well right now the fire is blowing towards the moon and I would have to agree.
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