My hardened back faced the moon as I picked from my garden. They sky was dark, the moon a heavenly body in the vastness. A thorn tried to nick me, but was unable to pierce through my armoured skin. I sighed and stood, content with my bounty of vegetables I had gathered for dinner. I walked inside as my eyes adjusted to the darker entryway. It was bright (and warm) outside that night. A full moon. This meant the surfers to the east would be enjoying the waves today. My garden was also at a high this time of the month, which made for lovely meals.

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After my dinner, I showered and stared at myself in the mirror. My black eyes and hardened skin stared back at me. After my shower I went to sit on my back porch, feeling the coolness of sunrise approaching, and seeing the beautiful full moon dip beneath the horizon.