I long ago named the daytime moon after my stepdaughter who lives in Paris. When she was small I told her that whenever I saw it—especially in the afternoons, when it would be night in France—I’d think of her and wonder if at that very same moment, a million miles away, she might be looking at it too…
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Beautiful!
Thanks so much, Susan…
I’m always, right there, at the other end :)
That’s how I’ve always pictured it. So nice to know it’s true.
:)
Aw! This is lovely to see.