Whenever there is an eclipse, I like to imagine it is part of a grand cosmic play that the universe
has been performing for ages. Like the sun and the moon coordinate these times of passing each other to check in and see how things are going.
“Sup, man?”
“Nothin’, homeslice; all good.”
Or
“Shit ain’t lookin’ right; maybe we should speed up our next meeting.”
Or
“Hey! Can you make me red again?”
Or maybe they’re arguing.
“If I told you once I told you a million times! Quit blinding me!”
What do you think?
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