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‘The Voice, It Turned Out, Belonged to a Small, Older Woman'
Supermoon
Dear Diary:
I was walking down a street on the Upper East Side one fall weeknight, lost in some personal problem, when I heard a voice shout: 'Stop!'
The voice, it turned out, belonged to a small, older woman in a maroon coat.
'Back up and look up,' she said.
I did as I was told.
The several steps back I took brought me out from under an awning so that suddenly I could see the moon, big and brilliant, hanging over the street. I hadn't noticed just how bright a night it was.
'It's a supermoon,' the woman said. 'I heard about it on the radio. NPR. I just had to come out and see it.'
'And,' she continued, pointing the pint container in her hand heavenward, 'why wouldn't I get myself some ice cream, too?'
'It's wonderful,' I said, and we stood right there, listening to the happy clatter from a nearby Italian restaurant and admiring the supermoon together.
— Sarah Skinner
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