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Moonrise

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No30

Jan 30, 2023

I ask the goddess of the moon to grant me her grace. It’s a prayer that lifts to the heavens above, and I imagine her looking down at me with doleful eyes. It’s no secret she pities us humans.

Why do I pray?

My love died during the last moonrise. We never even kissed — we still had our hand-fasting to do — but he still sat in a special place within my heart.

I didn’t expect her to raise him from the dead.

No, I just want one conversation more with his ghost.

I have to apologize for killing him.

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