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Hortensia Anderson

Nature

As a child, I am told our blue-green orb has one moon. Across the alley, ten full moons glow in the windows. I call my best friend Sabine. "We don't have moons" she says. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Of course I am" she says. "We have eight suns."

broken glass –
we make another
constellation