a few weeks ago i was sitting outside with my grandmother
it was nighttime and we were watching fireflies because our area doesn't have them
she pointed out the moon and said that there was a story they used to tell when she was a little girl in Iran,
about how the moon got all the craters on its surface:
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"we used to say that when the moon was a little boy his mother was baking - while she was kneading the dough she turned to the moon and patted his face, getting flour all over him. that's why the moon looks like he has spots."