We’re riding home from child care. Lillian is in the backpack. The sky is clear and blue. A half-moon is hanging in the sky. It is hard to make out the dark (unlit) side of the moon; it appears to be approximately the same colour as the blue of the sky.
Lillian: “There’s a moon!”
“Yes, its a half-moon.”
“Yes, a half-moon… the other half is hiding behind the sky.”
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