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XVIII The Moon
And so began my week of lunar confusion. The path I had trodden so casually suddenly faded, hazy, lost from sight. A hollow became a dark ravine and a pebble a looming boulder. At the begining of this lunar confusion I stumbled and struggled to maintain what I thought was my direction, my path. In the middle of the week I grew weary, nearing exhaustion I stopped and looked about me. Really saw the terrain in the moonlight. I made friends with the moonlight and sought out a new path suited to this new light, and this it was that at the end of my week of lunar confusion I had found a new me.
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