your keeper, your keeper.

In th beginning, there was nothing at all but th moon nd th sun.

And th moon wanted t come out during th day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed t fill up all those hours.

Th moon grew hungry, thinner nd thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, nd her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is th way most things happen, she poked a hole in th night nd out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

Horrified, th moon tried t swallow them up. And sometimes things worked, because she got fatter nd rounder. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. Th stars kept coming, until they made th sky so bright that th sun got jealous. He invited th stars t his side of th world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in th daytime, they'd never be seen. So th stupid ones leaped from th sky t th ground, nd they frozed under th weight of their own foolishness.

Th moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or woman. She spent th rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent th rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.


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