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You were aiming for the moon, lifting your head as high as your neck would let you But as you were walking, you forgot to look down ... so you slipped and fell
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Clear Night In June
You were aiming for the moon, lifting your head as high as your neck would let you But as you were walking, you forgot to look down ... so you slipped and fell
Two birds, one stone: a metaphor about the importance of modesty; another metaphor about keeping a grasp on reality, no matter how far you aim.
ellie-hughes
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
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