[A bucket tears through the pond. It disturbs the once round and full moon within, distorting the reflection of the moon in the sky. Consumed with longing and agony, the moon in the pond despairs, unable to hang amid its writhing.
Yet there will come a time when the water stills, its ripples spent. And, when it does, the moon in the pond will be round and full once more, just the same as the moon in the sky.]
. . . the moon in the pond must be the opposite of the moon in the sky . . . yet quite similar.
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Yet there will come a time when the water stills, its ripples spent. And, when it does, the moon in the pond will be round and full once more, just the same as the moon in the sky.]
. . . the moon in the pond must be the opposite of the moon in the sky . . . yet quite similar.