Sunday, January 8, 2012

014. Every full moon, Teddy would stay up all night.

No matter the weather, he would lay out on the grass and stare up at the moon until it finally faded into the sun. Sometimes he would talk, telling the moon about his day as if talking to his father at the dinner table. When the sun rose, he would stand up and quietly go about his day. He never felt tired.

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