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The Lure of the Moon

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“No one, myself included, ever considers that life doesn’t give two shits about what you planned for it. Mine certainly didn’t. Yet, there I was, beating myself up for not living up to those expectations I had set for myself as though my life’s dream board had caught fire. The mere thought of me not having reached certain milestones yet made me feel like it directly reflected on my successes in life. Therefore, I had to accept that this was my life—for now. It was nothing more than a resting place and not the final destination. And the only way it could have ever been the final destination as if I had chosen to settle there, and I refused to do that.”

“Dot slapped the loaf down onto the table along with more of the same delicious-looking butter Marianne had provided, and honey this time. No rations in this part of the world. She spread the butter thinly, not wanting to appear greedy. "Give it here." Dot grabbed the knife from her and spread the butter about half an inch thick. "We don't stand on ceremony." Then she put a dollop of honey in the middle and tipped the bread until it drizzled to the very edge. "Can't have you dying of starvation in the middle of the common." Highly unlikely that would happen. She wouldn't fit into any of her clothes if she kept eating this way.”

“तुम अच्छी हो।' 'तुम अच्छे नहीं हो।' 'तुम फिर भी अच्छी हो।' 'तुम फिर भी अच्छे नहीं हो।' 'इससे क्या हुआ? तुम अच्छी हो।' उसने कहा। 'इससे बहुत कुछ हुआ। तुम भी अच्छे हो।' मैंने कहा।”

“At one stopover on the train journey home, Hans told his sister Inge later, he saw a young girl with the Star of David on her breast; she was repairing tracks on the line, along with other people with yellow badges on their clothes. Her face was pallid, sunken in; her eyes, beyond grief and terror. Impulsively, Hans thrust his rations in her hand. She looked up at him, then at his uniform. She threw the packet of food to the ground. He scooped it up, wiped off the dust, and picked a daisy growing by the side of the tracks. He placed the package, with the daisy on top, at her feet. He said, "I would have liked to give you a little pleasure." He boarded the train. When he looked back, the girl was standing there, watching the train disappear, the flower in her hair.”