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Walking after a week of disrupted schedules and occasional naps from feedings in the middle of the night. Today the crescent moon still hangs outside, persistent in the blue of afternoon. Even a week after Brendan's birth the moon remains lit throughout the day, dodging clouds and low flying airplanes.
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A reminder pinned
against the sky, suspended.
The crescent moon hangs.
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Just behind the crib
the nightlight glows: arched aura.
Encircling closely.