Bark at the moon

Back when I lived with my parents, my room was placed so it would always be possible for me to see the moon. Now in my apartment, I can’t see the moon. I don’t know why, but there’s always been something with the moon that interests me. I’m sad that I can’t look up at the moon before I go to bed at night, I’m sad that I can’t gaze at it and dream away.

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