Charcoal Graphite Short Story


from Fairy Tales for a Dying World   I once heard a story about a girl who fell in love with the moon. She was pale and thin and silent and had been so ever since losing her parents. Her classmates sometimes called to her, but she remained steadfast in her distance, skirting a wide arc around their bustle and chatter. One evening, as the story goes, Luna woke to a gentle tapping at her…

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