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Every night, if it felt as if the world was ending, as if the night held an anger strong enough to end our lives, here stands the moon. In winter — the season of sadness and regret — here stands the moon. In summer — the season of love and desire — here stands the moon. In autumn — the quiet anger after summer — here stands the moon. In spring — the warmth that follows winter — here stands the moon. So when I tell you you are my moon, never doubt the purity of my love.
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Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
Pure fidelity of the moon
Every night, if it felt as if the world was ending, as if the night held an anger strong enough to end our lives, here stands the moon. In winter — the season of sadness and regret — here stands the moon. In summer — the season of love and desire — here stands the moon. In autumn — the quiet anger after summer — here stands the moon. In spring — the warmth that follows winter — here stands the moon. So when I tell you you are my moon, never doubt the purity of my love.
#love#loyal#fidelity
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Sisi123
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Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 5:44 AM UTC
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