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The Moon

I like the Moon.

Not only because it is used in Islamic calendar and Chinese calendar, or its light shimmered on a dark night, but also because an Indonesian famous author once romanticise the moon as something that connects two people who are separated by distance. The only real thing that they can see at the same time no matter how far they're apart (but of course it depends on the timezone).

Not the Sun, which shines so brightly during the day, but the Moon ๐ŸŒ’, which brings peace after a loong day at work. So every time I see the Moon, I'd capture it and just tweet it, hope anyone who shares the same sky can see it too, and know they're not alone ๐Ÿ™‚

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