Deep in the moon, beneath the rocks and ancient animal bones and habitable craters, under the biblical verses, under the dusty seas and the tonnage of top-heavy myth, through the center, through the half-empty core: that's where it is, like an desert child, that's where it rests, where it lies so silent and free like a reclining cloud, like a silent storm.
There is a mirror on the moon.
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