She withdrew from me, pulling her veils over herself. The light dimmed. She was coy, but I could wait. I had little else to do; my world was shrunk to four feet by ten. The oars were shipped. I floated.
I was patient as a stone. I had nothing else to be, not anymore. When at last she peeped out of her cloudy bed again, I quickly scooped her up in a handful of water. For a moment, I held the moon in my hand.
Then she was gone, and I opened my hand to let the water trickle out.
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