Moonlight caught up in all the layers of the atmosphere and filtered by glass, colorless, resting on the backs of my hands. We once would have been out in this moonlight, bathing in it, our eyes adjusted to the dark, our hands warmed by fires, and I feel nostalgic for those moments that my ancestors probably lived for most of history, and probably longer, stretching back through layers of moonlight; back to the animals we were before.

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I’m the author of four environmental and science fiction novels: Call of the Sun Child, Listen, The Seas of Distant Stars, and Blue Mar.





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