Last night a crisp harvest moon in London. The air beginning to cool to the point of making me shiver but not enough to search for my cloak, that vast expanse of wool which Tato crafted for me. I stood in the street looking upwards for ages, falling into the sky until I became dizzy. When I was a child I used to do that, but being a cautious child I would lie down on the ground before looking at the moon. London cement doesn't compare to the soft grass in my grandmother's garden.
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