What is the moon?The little boy wanted to know the secret, one morning he got up and had his breakfast and his tea and set out. He walked to the woods and in the centre of it he sat down in a warm patch where the sun was shining through the canopy. He sat in the deep lush ivy that covered the forest floor, it was soft and comfortable. He sat, his back to an old sycamore, watching the seedlings helicopter down every time a breeze swept through the branches. He watched midges dance in the air, their intertwining patterns painting complicated and simple designs.
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