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In blue-skied East Harlem sunshine, I looked up, as always, to find an opaque half-moon. And it followed me crosstown. Looked up again - dusk, now - still there. Then, the breeze blew upwards, freeing the last leaves, they hovered over me, like tiny sparrows, and I smiled, child-like, thinking, "do it again!!"