"..Orbit? Oh, elliptical, of course: for a while it would huddle against us and then it would take flight for a while. The tides, when the Moon swung closer, rose so high nobody could hold them back. There were nights when the Moon was full and very, very low, and the tide was so high that the Moon missed a ducking in the sea by a hair’s-breadth; well, let’s say a few yards anyway. Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did."
- Italo Calvino
Dedicated to my Grandpa
Girl in Pomegranate Dress
of Approximate Kingdom couldn't find the end of his beard and the start of his dress.