watching it rise

Farrago’s Wainscot reprints Beth Bernobich’s “Of Moon Dust and Starlight“:

Ifi first met Ain by a field of moon-flowers, their petals just unfolding. The Earth hung low and dark in the sky above; the moon, in counterpoint, waxed full and perfect, untouched by shadows. It was the season of rebirth. All around the moon-sprites danced, alive with delight at discovering their world. Older ones, those who had survived the last waning, lingered outside the fields. The oldest of all perched on the rust-red mountains high above, gazing at the Earth’s darkened circle.
– Beth Bernobich

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