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Grandmother Moon, My Daughter And Me.

Grandmother Moon, My Daughter And Me.

After dinner, my daughter and I run in the fading light. “Roar” she squeals, giggling as she chases me, chubby cheeks aglow, long not-so-toddler-anymore legs akimbo. When she catches me, we sit on the warm stone driveway, pulling hundreds upon hundreds of...