A perfect moon hung in the sky over the festival. A small child, held in his mothers arms next to us, was captivated. His little arms stretched out long, hands grasping, his wide eyes fixed on his goal - to touch the moon, take it in his hands and bring it close to himself.
"It's no use" his mother said "he wants the moon!"
His determination and belief in the possibilty were so refreshing...
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