Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight.
‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine.
‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at her just the way he knew she would like.
‘Do you believe in magic?’ Moon said, as she looked upon the Earth and imagined what wonder their joint rays might be producing below.
‘I believe in you, Moon.’
And with that, Sun smiled, knowing he’d given his precious Moon two answers in one.
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