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The moon‘s waxing and waning – its coy act of hide and seek, enabled by clouds and the earth‘s shade – must be an illusionist‘s dream act. How we resemble it, constantly preoccupied with what of ourselves to put on display or keep hidden. Sometimes we seem to be made of glass, mirro- ring each other‘s every emotion, silently, without words. Then clouds drift by and dress us in a grey cloak of invisibility.
Leon Varitimos 2019