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Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lover who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse. Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lover who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
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