Julia could not forget the moon. She looked at it from the window as it appeared in the sky and went to the terrace on every night she and Gaia were home alone, which was often, as Kristen played music at night. It was large, as large as the sky they could see from there, covered by seas and water, or so they imagined. Gaia pointed out at a darker area and described the creatures that lived there. Shiny dots were visible. They called them cities and imagined the life of people who lived with the earth in their skies.
I am sure, said Gaia, that there are two girls like us on a terrace, on the moon, looking down to us in this very moment.
What are they saying?
They are wondering if there are two girls like them on the earth, two girls that look like us who are looking at them in this very moment.
Just like us?
Just like us.
