I thought of my mother late that night, after leaving Dorothy, as I followed the moon’s path back home across the Moose River. My mother, maybe she was in that moon’s light. I didn’t know any more, but when I was younger, Iuse to imagine that she was. I’d talk to the moon some nights, and I knew my mother listened. I haven’t done that in a long time, me.” -Through Black Spruce, Joseph Boyden, ch 13, pg 119.
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