they say, once a month, the moon rises to the top with the desire to illuminate the whole extension of world with its soft light and match the sun. They say also, that in one of these attempts after a storm, a small crow perched on one of the highest branches of a tree, oblivious to the wishes of that white lady. The moon exert its best efforts to its light traverse the small animal that created shadows, just got out of his feathers flashing green and giving up, to let that animal so peaceful rest before continuing their journey.
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