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It's cloudy here tonight and I cannot see the moon. But I can remember so very clearly the lunar eclipse I saw when I was sixteen, at summer camp, far enough away from "civilization" that we could see the Milky Way. I sat with a boy named Karl, with whom I had a lovely friendship without an ounce of UST on either side, so that there was no awkwardness as we cuddled, his arms around me and mine wrapped around his arms. It looked like someone was pulling a giant burlap sack over the moon, turning it ruddy rather than black, and we sat for hours, watching, and talking about his parents' divorce and my ex, and a girl he thought he'd loved but whom he had decided he was just crushing on, and camp, and life, and the trip to Nicaragua we'd been on earlier in the year, and whatever epic it is that sixteen year olds talk about. We watched the moon go dark and then watched it go light again, both with and not with all the other kids from camp who were dotted around the field we were all sitting in.

Now I'm watching and not watching the lunar eclipse on a ustream on the internet, with and not with people on twitter. Funnily enough, it's not the same. But it's bringing back happy memories, and I'm gonna be grateful for that :D