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June 2013 - "The Distance of the Moon"

Illustrations of the Italo Calvino short story.
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@ 2013 Anne Henning - I stepped away from the story. My immediate reaction to the fantasy was reality. It was how I see the moon in my world. I "attached" it to the pilings at the beach.
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@ 2013 Anne Henning - I stepped away from the story. My immediate reaction to the fantasy was reality. It was how I see the moon in my world. I "attached" it to the pilings at the beach.

  • © 2013 Steve Schroeder - "At one time . . . the Moon was very close to the Earth"
  • © 2013 Steve Schroeder - "Then the tides gradually pushed her far away"
  • © 2013 Myrna Walsh - Distance to the Moon "There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair’s-breadth."
  • © 2013 Myrna Walsh - Jumping to the Moon "But instead of jumping with his arms out, my cousin bent toward the Moon’s surface, his head down as if for a somersault, then made a leap, pushing with his hands"
  • © 2013 Lisa Ryan - "She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them."
  • © 2013 Frank Hutnak<br /> Qfwfq: "I thought only of the earth...it was as if I were no longer that I, nor she that She, for me...my love now knew only the heart-rendering nostalgia for what it lacked: a where, a surrounding, a before, an after."<br /> <br /> Mrs. Vhd Vhd: "She had finally realized that my cousin loved only the Moon, and the only thing she wanted now was to become the Moon, to be assimilated into the object of that extrahuman love."
  • © 2013 Frank Hutnak<br /> The Deaf One: "As he ventured farther...we lost sight of him. On the Moon there were vast areas...and that is where my cousin vanished...a prelude to something secret meant to take place in the hidden zones."<br /> But what if? Deep in the hidden forest of bleeding hearts the Deaf One discovers the source of Moon-milk dripping from the dangling pendulous drops.
  • @ 2013 Anne Henning - I stepped away from the story. My immediate reaction to the fantasy was reality. It was how I see the moon in my world. I "attached" it to the pilings at the beach.
  • © 2013 Anne Henning
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