I was blond then. In the moment of this photograph, diffuse. She had been brushing my hair over the edge of the mattress. With each stroke I was more enthralled. There were whispers and some of that soft kind of laughter. I think that was the day she named me Moon. We were going to France and she was practicing the language. Dandelion is how it began. Then "mon Dandelion", into Moon Danda, and then simply... Moon. And I stayed Moon for years. Maybe 10. Not sure anyone ever knew the story of it's beginnings.
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