Walking home, she puts her fingers up to the sky
three inches between that full, glazed moon moon
and that tiny, flickering star.
Three inches, might as well be nothing.
Then she remembers
perspective.
Thousands of miles away,
the moon and star are.
Appear so close to one another,
but are actually quite far.
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