He said: Do you remember how the stars used to sing for me? How the sky would open itself at night?

She said: I don’t know how I got so far away. I don’t know.

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When I was young, I watched the moon fall from the sky. It crashed into earth, imbedding itself into the horizon, an impossibly huge half-circle dominating the landscape. We all stopped and watched, old men leaving their cars by the roadside to step onto the grass, to maybe reach higher ground. We were whole then, brought together by something greater than ourselves.

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Leslie, when I need magic, I think of you.