Do not let full moon out of your palm

I am thinking of you, my dear daughter, holding the full moon in your hand, still traveling where I was already and not finding what I once enjoyed, but now scattered. Because I was looking for a greater miracle, for a shiny treasure, and threw away gray pebbles. But those stones were a miracle.

My heart was broken by cynicism. I would like to dream, but I am no longer able. My rational mind only understands numbers and evidence. But are there numbers that indicate longing?

Be happy, my dear daughter. Do not let full moon out of your palm.

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