The boy was painting the
moon. Objects of space excited him. His mind kept repeating, “New-Moon,
Waxing-Crescent, Waxing-Gibbous, Waning-Gibbous, Waning-Crescent Full-Moon”, as
he intensely colored the white shaped circles. Satisfied, he left them to dry.
He would submit it the next day. A rat cut it the same night. His moon shaped
tears never stopped.
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