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Moonlight everywhere. Moonlight up the alley, where it seeps among black nooks and crannies; moonlight down the alley, where it flitters unbothered along the heaps of discarded cardboard, and the scuttling (and thriving) populations of rats. Moonlight over the Walmart, moonlight over the 7/11. Moonlight slithering through the cracks between drapes, moonlight falling into rooms, and reflecting off sheets and pages; moonlight pressing into the quiet time of children. Moonlight shining in the eyes and soul of tired seniors, carding through the leaflets of their material; moonlight in the pencils and glasses of the diligent boy, author, rising in his most precious objects; moonlight gently caressing the sweet fur of his snoozing feline companion beside him on the bed. Moonlight sweeping through the sounds, and mixing an ethereal air; relaxing the weary artist, working in the dead of night, wishing for a spark of genius, moonlight inspiring. Moonlight gracing the performers; moonlight massaging sore dancers taking their rests, clocking in as it brings comfort and strength to whirl once more. Moonlight melding with the scents, swirling with the wafting smell of fresh pastries set out for the next day, moonlight rewarding the baker. Moonlight settling around strays, moonlight around the found; moonlight. Lost people on the streets staring skyward into the stark and star-littered moonlight, with moonlight all round them, as if they were standing on mountains, and reaching for the night. Moonlight singing under the bridge, gasping for breath in the water residing there, moonlight rippling to travel further; moonlight distorted and whole. Moonlight blinded by headlights. Moonlight recovered, orbiting the lot surrounded by flizzled out streetlights, moonlight seeking another to warm, a target found, moonlight rustling down to seat next to him, and moonlight applauding a goal scored; celebrating moonlight, and it cradles the cheering fan. Moonlight, loving. Moonlight, loved.