One: "I'm told I reached for the moon; many babies do...The moon rocketed away. " Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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One: "That enormous Moon: when she was full--nights as bright as day, but with a butter-colored light--it looked as if she were going to crush us; when she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind; and when she was waxing, she came forward with her horns so low she seemed about to stick into the peak of a promontory and get caught there...Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out to it in a boat and, when you were underneath, prop a ladder against her and scramble up." Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics
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I've never been able to read just one book at a time. Not finished with either, loving both. I am dreaming of moon ladders and thinking about how traditions grow.