Natalia
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When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?
It looked like the moon if someone had mistaken it for a sun, white rays of light inching outwards haphazardly. I wanted to cry over the milky way it had splattered, like blood in a crime scene photo, telling a story more tragic than milk that didn't reach the glass in time. One small spill for me, I whispered, as I wiped it off the Earth forever.