Half-Masted Improv

Sarah

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April 13, 2017

“Sarah,” asked Tonya one day in a quiet voice, “Why does the moon feel so cold when I hold it in my hands?” Sarah didn’t know how to answer such a question. Cold? In her hands? What was Aunt Tonya even asking? Why was she the way she was. And for that matter, why was Sarah the way she was? These were the questions, the big questions, not “Why does the moon feel so cold when I hold it in my hands.” But yet, but yet, but yet…