“What do you want to do when you grow up?”her father asked. “I going to own the moon,” she replied. “You can’t own the moon, silly.” She ignored him and held her fingers up, pinching the glowing orb in the sky. Someday she’d figure out how to hold onto it. Then they’d be sorry.
6:00 PM - 9 Nov 2017
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