Like a Marie biscuit divided in half. That’s how I described the moon to myself the other night.
Even though it was the big half, I did think my little phrase bordered on the maudlin.
And then I became so, as I imagined a world without Marie biscuits, and only the big half of one to look at every now and then when the night sky is bright.
©2019 Allison Wright
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five stray minutes 
Moon musings!
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Marie biscuits! Oh my, I remember drilling a little hole through the centre – with my tongue. Thanks for the memory.
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