We had house guests last week and I found myself explaining
my fascination with the brightest star that appears nightly in our local western
sky.
Years ago I took a good clear photo of the moon hanging just
above Venus as viewed from my backyard. Then last night I was pleasantly
surprised to discover that the same scenario was being replayed. A thin
crescent of our lunar neighbour had parked itself just slightly above the
shining planetary beacon, creating somewhat of a celestial question mark.
Perhaps the moon is asking, “What’s my origin? Have you figured me out yet?”
Perhaps the moon is asking, “What’s my origin? Have you figured me out yet?”
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