The Sun and then the Moon.
A dimensional design of celestial bodies as pretense and propensity. That people live under both, but love and desire means differing things, that some loves are ardent and other original and still other symbolic and motif. Read as the stories carry along through will, time and space to be seen by Sun and moon as the keeper and observer of the affairs of the heart... Read: "The Sun and then the Moon".
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The Sun, then the Moon.
By
D.E.Allen
@2025 Danny Eugene Allen LLC
KDP.Amazon.com edition
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...The Moon, is as the “affection”-of the Sun. The design and cult-of fear, fault and foreboding... ...That each are entrusted in the sky. ...That of as in-dreams, hopes, healing and homage. That the Moon simply, was an account; recognized-in the Sun. ...But believed, and abided-in. Staut Linevar, was a man-of commoners of the 18th century... That the “ghosts” of night, kept-in faith; about his-fate... There was such things as nightmares, evil-witches; fostered and in forloined. But life never-seemed “comforting”, or as fully-composed... ...There was respectable “direness”-commenced and committed-to... 1774, was the lay-time of order, “err” and erraticism...
There were “joys”-of people, time and place. The world was an outside-“mystery”, but being-penetrated and perpetuated. It had nothing-to do with “power” but-in money, devotion and dedication. The coming-acts of a free-world... It was told, and coming a time-of falter and fate; which was like the new-day from the impressed nightfall of the solemn, sacred-”dark”. Staut, was a middle-class-ship... Which kept you to your-duties, designs and determinations... The home, he lived-in was the old-watchman's. After he got-it as the cued quarter-master... Housing was a ever-changing, reality. ...Shera Counterpoise, was a regular-once civil-servant to the Viceroy, which was a move-up; but no one expected any-different.
Nights were occasionally, near-lit, a place and replaced-upon the earth, in the day... Everyone knew She played “second-fiddle”, to daylight's ever-sentry and powerful-Sun. It was the order-of fate and nighthood-prominent and preposing; proffered, as proving and impress... That most desires and decisions, were by her senior-recite... -...Shera was a sold, hand-maiden, house-keeper; a neither and else-wise minion.
Her-days were full, but she had time for affection... Most knew she was a devout-lover of custodian concerns, and artesan-affirming... Most people adorned and adopted-by as sides and options. She was a 17 years-old during the Revolution war. She was born in 1758, a child of a wealthy but insubstantial-father; the son of a fortunate plantation chief-worker. It was the dark, which served the “light”. War that was was the double-martar of 18th century society. Staut stood looking at the rising sun of June 28th 1774, war was coming. ...There were the disturbers-of neutrality. He'd had dreams of being a wealthy, Inn-Keeper. And soon he was the steward of a town-communicator, in the designs of people-around them. He was in a long-line of them. People whom were squires, property-stewards; were to subside... And people of self-propriety would get their fair share. In those days, nights were active truths... It was what was heard, that people were planning for; what was once travellers, constables and Inn-keepers... ...The moon was falling in the western sky. Staut knew Shera, they'd re-met at the Summer gathering which was not to be availed... Both owners and workers, were celebrators...
-Sam Sin, was a half Japanese-half Arab business coordinator... He awoke everyday at dawn to see the city by daybreak... He loved, likened to his heritage. He left home at 14, in Syria; to move to America but ended up as a resident-of Canada... He loved, a beautiful Arab-girl whose family-liked Sam. Arabs liked featurers of differing people, with multiple identity. So course and recourse, took its duly-toll. It was a time of war in Lebanon. Sally Sin, was a Lebanese weapon-man against the West but he knew they'd lose. That the fear of the West was itself an omen. Even though conflicts was set in Arabia. It kept devout, most sons' energies with despisings and depotisms... They had a way of re-consecting fact. Their religion, was their reality. The they'd had a mentality which fell-upon itself for money, deeds and fears.
The Moon looked down with every new-moment, of thought, action and instance. She saw the beginning and what follows; of what were ideas-manifested. The simple-certain and substance-of proving, providence and prevailing. That “She” saw the sacred activities, eventual and eventuality. The concurring and commence of drive, fate and fear. In as her departure was hallowed, earnest, essenced and ending-of what was for it; its focus, factor and fear... The factor of form, change of work's falsehood of the Sun's true-heart. She-watched, where her sleeping-”day”-forms, finds other hopes, feds and followed-along...
--It was Moon lit, as the recovery soldiers were in the field looking for their dead in the German territory, that was captured; as they saw the silohuet of a German Cathredral were near 200-years before patrons found out about American-disunity with England...as they went to Mass. ...Then Staut and Shera were to leave the town and head North to Canada or Maine to live till it was sufficiently decided. The moon glowed behind its spire, glancing between clouds calmly, in a breeze. The once explosion of bombing was silent. People were dead, hiding; fearing for dear-life in the haven of darkness. ...Heart-felt dawn, was a while a-way... Re-devotion of a normalcy of life quietly, awaited re-empowerment...
1896, Steward Habins, was sailing the ship Agralonia, a Portuguese Man of War; conflict was going-on, before; in the disputed land-territories of Spain and Portugal. Each wanted ownership and land rights to the Suez canal. Europe was protecting the slower to capure enemy ships for the violation of Europeans to be the given band. The world was expanding. The mom set East and the outer-seas were mired with a slight coming of dawn. Lt.Cmdr. Yagere was below, as Habin took helm. The shores new land were quiet. A strangely, watchful anxious silence. Steward remembered as he rode the coast now he and his mother and sister once stood on those shores. And now he was drafted for good seamanship after being a store custodian. The sun rose slowly, people were paying attention to the news-after in the European papers. The paper he had, granted presses were power-at, of as an avail...
...Staut was the father of 6 children. Shera had died of Diptherean in '84. She and Staut were close, he tried to help-her find a nice house on the growing metropolis of Boston. Her son went to England to pave the ex-revolution-over as a special envoy... ...He'd liked both the once country-resign and the freedom-devotees. Shera, was wealthy. -Sam Sin, was in Thailand as an agent for N.E.Africa, to share the trade travel-route of the growing-societies of the Eastern leeways. The Moon set after-rising in the Northern-sky. Sam was a connaisseur of Far-Eastern food. He got hooked-on it visiting his in-laws.
Sam knew the respect and cultures of the Moslem culture. He was hand-picked to cover trade with people, design and place. He went to the Middle-East. To process and guide the ways of a most solitary-society... Japan was his mother's migrate, homeland. He watch as the dawn of morning, came to arrive at the Tai-reserve economics-department of her-state. The Tais were very devoted, self-real and worthy respectors of culture and kind. The president was authentic-through and through... He was aware of the facets of and to, Island ocean Pacifickers...
He rode a moped-across the territory, because traffic in the large-city was always busy. He was to picked-up a soldier friend, he met in Malaysia on other-trips. There was incoming traffic, as skies grew-lit. Storms were away, as he had to be ready-in several-weeks. Now, the Fall in the region was almost-there. There-was plenty going-on. As traffic passed, a young-boy sat on the street, as he passed the road... -His great-aunt had been a worker for the American Consulate when the WWII battle of Inlay. Her boss was a General was re-stationed in the Germany-peninsula at those troops recovering bodies...
The sun was white-hot in the Sierra Desert. 6-men were riding camels, to an isolated-site thought very-“special”. The year of 1953, the Middle East was seen as a wealthy-Kingdom. Most were simple, dedicated and pious-people. But wars, were to be fought for the mighty-dollar. People would-be unhinged, caught by the cemented and certainty of money, power and people... They found the spot the hard, long-desired. And the dedicated-dynasty an recited reality was to be forged. A kingdom that would become an ultra-wealthy power. That would buy and sell people's souls...
The searing, hot sun burned-in Africa, the once place of Egyptian empires. But this was south-central Africa. ...That diamonds, gold and many precious minerals mines, would be found as the hunter-gatherers; like the new-dawn of many... They would remain-basic people with their-civilization, a cordonned away-arrival, devising, and implicated-impact... ..The ultra-dry air of the country, placed-survival as advancement; that brought minor-pennies, for the distinction of mankind's simple-bounty...
It was 1796, everyone was now-in the new-age... Fostering, was the new-age of American-freedoms... ...Deeds, devotions and developings were now as a true cultural-addendum. No-longer the subservient conundrums... Life was lived-solely, as their-own. Duty and development-were with as-in an advancing... The once hallowed-sunshine now held in a multi-commission of windows, bricks and buildings... Shera, was feeling a little-under the weather. Where sick-visitors seemed to bring about, that she felt she'd get-over. The night, was coming. After serving her goat. She was caring for 3-children. There were kept a-way she felt it was possibly, a good-thing... She-was going to walk to the market, and by pork to serve to her military-friends in town. She'd moved-into a large estate 8-miles from town. Staut, was to visit and bring fish-for Sunday.
Staut, owned three-taverns over 18-miles. He knew the brewer-well. He'd get twelve-tankers in 3-days, he thought he'd ride his horse to see-her. Who'd love, and serving his guest-visiting.. It was a calming-time. ...Of in people, ports and places. It was said the town was growing with incorporation, and community... There were 12 new places under-construction. Money, was flowing-in. As “peace”, the government was establishing-itself. Everyone, was excited; leaders were now-original. Washington, Jefferson, and Mason were about to see their-demise. It was a country, to carry-on.
1971, the university was a differing and original place-of newness, and involvement. It was a new-decade. Many thought the harsh-ages, were over. But war still-existed. The Cold-war, Viet-war conflict and other-places were battling for the rights-of self-survival... The Sun arose-over California as it would of in S.E. Asia. The weather was always, nice in L.A., Malibu and Palm Beach. It-towered above other American place. But distance and blood, were in the air. Nixon would bring the cited new-age. Anti-establishment was construing-itself. What was new was of old-self felt-ties. ...The Moon, sat above it all...
The shores of Mekong Delta, were stilled-with polluted military battle-waste. It was a war of forging, fording and “fret”... The sun glowed-over with the bellowing-pitch of evidentiary of evident-warring... Back on U.S. shores times, were evolving. A night-fell crime, dispute, fear and loneliness meant a malay of as a coming-time. In the mid-modern age, and people were enjoying-TV, inventions; travel, wealth and reliance about as a residing-society.
Yukon, was the evident place for reward and natural-rescinding. Since 1890, gold was there if your brave, unknown-people, terrain and danger... If you weren't superstitious, lonely and self-perservering; gaining amidst getting untold-wishers. But hope, was the other-”try”. And the sun, lit-this. Now isolated, desolate, free and hiding-riches life; either-failed or succeeded. The sun rose as 6-men rode their large truck to the value of peril, came gold-seeing the mornings; was fresh. The mild-winds blew in, from the latter-lands. Canada, was a forgotten, faithful and socially refining-place. It was Shera's second son's great-nephew who'd sponsored-the expedition... He'd been wealthy and affident for sometime... ...His grand-dad was the great-grandson of Staut, a very wealthy-bar owner. The sun-went behind the clouds. As the land lit with skyward-overtones.
Bedoin, Samara Keita, was a great-grand son of Sam Sin; in 2007... He'd been sent-to regain his mother's family, after Sam's death; in an explositon by terrorists. So he-wanted revenge. He was kept by his mother's pious-family. ...They couldn't tell him, because it-was his-own right. He rode a bus into town to join a group, assailing-opposite to his dad's killers... A lot of Farabiary, believed fighting-enemies; with a trending-war, was only-obvious. Sam's grandma tried-to convince him. But they had no-say in his actions in their country. In destroyed-buildings, TV-show them “grew”-from blown-up dust; from major-destruction. It would be as fixations-of lives and life-times-each. He was to learn his-lesson while station as a rebel sit in the rubble warmed by the Sun and sorties at him blowing him into debris never to be seen again...
Patrick Bonsor, was a famous base-ball player, retiring-in '91. He'd faced all sorts of players, came to his-town... The Baltimore Red-Sox. Each game the mostly, Sun-shone. And each night the Moon glowed, as people from all over came to see his performance. Healthy-built like a specimen, he held his-own. After they came, he went to drink with teammate at a local-bar. He had all sorts of fans, watching his every play. Then by '89, he was injured. His wife a great fan decided she wanted a divorce, and that night move out with their four-children. He'd been through a lot. So the pain of that, didn't bother-him. He'd heard of all-sorts of people in every-walk of life, being seperated over money and fame. That “decency” and desire-dissiminated all-in some way. He loved her but knew it was all a stereotype of thing. He'd looked-out his window at the expensive-building high-rise, at the moon setting-lower, on the horizon.
Bet Bosar, was an Ivy league set baseball players. His dad-Patrick, put him through sports to go into the game. He'd played 6-games a week, and now he played 27-games a month as a leading team-player. He-knew himself, of what fame was outdoing his-dad. But he knew his dad had something to do with-it. It was an inside lesson, one learned from experience. He made major plays and could see the moon afer knocking one out of the park. He was a natural athlete. The space and spirit never to question him. An “ordinary”, stayed on the self-manager... She knew. But she'd owed a debt of gratitude and her former-husband. The sun rose as Bret took batting-practice. His skies were full of sun and nights-quiet and somber.
1908, was the year of future and festoon. Presidents were then of “to-do”-societies. The world was a new-age of profit, purpose, loving and survival. That the days were bright and nights reaches an heightened attainment. There were elements of people, confunction and purpose for chance and dealings...people, began the rise to better-times. Hope, honor and honesty-found and unfound differing past. The deemings and demands of joining, justice and jubilation. That hardenness and honing proved, provided and prevailed country, societies and the wealthy. Leaders were men and women of the future. A pull that there was an ever-hard of distance and truth. That things were falling into place Sorensen was a night-worker at Teasdale Industries. She was perfected at the job. Long time worker. She understood what was to come...
The night-traffic, was slow as she glanced out the 3-years floor office-window. The sky, was in an Ochre red-storm that were coming. The duty and deeds were fast becoming storms were to go-little talked about... But with travel-across the strange and “acids” of the access and accountability to weather that has its hidden-pitfalls. People lived-in places of new-conforming, nothing out-did the elements. Anerica had the worse weather in the world. And the grueling in to keep-forth-of moonlit-nights, and calmed-forboding. The moon as such, abandon those-awake and menacing-clouds poured and filled-in... She didn't think any-of it being-alone, in a building and oblivious to its reality.
1767, the ships from Britain came to Maryland shores like always. The Red Coats sat guarding their comings in and goings-out. No one had spoken of revolution, in out-right organized-crowds. The eastern-sky was bright... The HMS-Gilbert was arriving to give supplies and take-on loads. No rights, were given to the colonies. The fate of a a country, was un-intended as yet. Staut, was far-from the troubles staunch and daunting. He'd been awakened-in the night, to being having been for a moonlight-party. This omen, one of many to come; it was as the dissenter-to the realm... They-drank and discussed; they were belied and understanding-of what needed-to be done. The Moon rose and fell with a “pull” on the oceans and a siren of starkness... The “alighter” of solace and indifference. It mending the future and counterset the past. Dreams, came and nightmares-awakened; both designed, and deceit was made-set and decided. The hazed, mixed-and-molding night-sky; gave-dance to those below. It was as “protege”, provision and code-of as a cause, course and character. Time was-set and sailed-in as unison, and uniformity. Suited, absolving and discerning-obselescence. It-made the ground sway, that is intended and intimated; as a profile, prospect and purpose-alone or alike...
Energy, entity and excitement-were seemed, served and set; when “down” became “day”. ...Courage, competence and commitment; commoted, commanded and merged-people, places, tenets, terms and temptations... The active-sun's in complied-”exertion” and as an ignominity, were-ever denoted-precepts; and potential-proximations... Allowing “darkness”-defy and deviate, but understand and incursion; as a caveat and in a concourse. Things are by the ways, a world of does and don'ts... A world of essences and extents; poised, powerful, and as a prevailing. ...The lights, were uneven-between much; and sun. ...Things-found, things lost; and their-passing, meant a gratification of kind, skill and scope. The following of times, meant existence and wanting...
--Sal Morten, was a journeyman-salesman. Every month he travelled as 1930s trains, to Norfolk, Virginia from Shreveport, Louisiana. He-sold soap for the comglomerants in Chicago, Illinois. He was a young ordinary agent, hoping to climb the hard-earned, evidentiary-ladder of commercialized-success. That served and supported, were tolerated-by living-with everyday-voyages from the Biguipsey to Monterey of the many track-destinations. He'd watch the bums and Hobos, hop-upon open-rail-cars; perhaps not knowing where they were-going. By midnight, he was heading-to Tampa, for the rail-west. By 3 am, he was near to his job site a large-town of Billiard Bay... It was early-Fall. He'd listened on the radio to the games-on the new radio device: Cineton-at the boarding-home in Cleveland. Now he only wanted to get a few hours of sleep and sit with customers around town. Bob's beaver soap, was a best-selling emulsifier used by Kings and natives-alike...
...As the Moon-retracted, the sun grew-bright. He'd left the home, with a long walk for about 12-miles. All his customers were usually, women. ...House-keepers, who had cleaning-work to do. They liked and loved clean fresh soap. You could smell Lilacs for yards... The sun was bright and air breezy, when reaching the home of Sella Beckworth, a home-maker in her seventh-load of soap delivery. He tended to buy his-share of customers, their shipment-personally.
1788, Staut was hired as a worker after-leaving home in his small-town of Cleaver Hill. It was Winter. He'd rode all-night, after the snows-eased. The town of Sewell-township was 20-miles from-home. He was hired by word-of-mouth. ..A wealthy-acquaintance, saw how “hard” he-worked and told-him to contact and mention him, specifically. He found-himself enjoying a set position, paying 75-cents a-week. Enough to pay for, his basic-needs and send money-home. He's job and boss, back-home told him to save every-week; 18 cents and buy needs, than wants. He was becoming a business-man, saving for to buy own Inn or bar. The midnight moon glowed as he spent extra-special time fixing at his bunk-and prepared-for his-talk as in every new time-spanse.
The skies-glowed with the coming-horizon, over Beckqueth, England as F-1 racing track... It was morning, and races-would start at 8 am-“sharp”. The road was sharpened as an 86 degree narrow and snaking path. Bob Tinsel was a F-1 master. He was watching the roadway, with its glowing-entities and as an enamoring. ...It was a fresh autumn-day. All the fans from all around, loved-racing. It was the 70's best and exciting game-sport, alongside soccer. ...The cooling-morning, until the sun-changed and tranformed; set-time, in and attaining; engaging, enterprising-fun... The cars were set-up for speed, control and power.
Kyle Luck, was Bob Tinsel's friend opponent. They dranks Tea, before reaching team-prep. They loved-their military-maneuvers... Both were Royal-Army alumnis-veterans, they became famous; and now they were celebrities, with following, forging and founding-of provided and proving, attaining and abilities.
The sun was extra-bright as cars took off from the start. Hours-earlier fans and on-lookers piled-into the seats. The glare-shown brilliant, giving racers and seers more exciting-points of view. The 221-laps were to last six-hours. The fumes erected mirage-effect, rubber-tires burnt and smelled. The viewers, donned-shades. Drivers moved-up and back. The field was totally, visual...
In Tanzania, Africa; Antioch and Boris Swawiki were with their partial-tribe visiting and carrying-on. It was 1975, wars was far-off and Mecca; some of the tribe were partly, wealthy. They-belonged to Marakesh order. Miners, guides and farmers; they were well-known there. It was the early, past of the season... Before the trials-of hot, dry and rainy-seasons... Their skin glowed and in their bright colored-clothing, married for six-years, the were the symbolic-of the tribe. It was Antioch's birthday. It was the last-day of Worsen Days, it was a celebration-of travel and fondness. Each day of birth, growth, age and happiness; meant everyday of sun, as everyday... ...It was-of a moon, was to play and be partying. As the sun-rose, stood and fell; and moon's light progression-inset and assigned-duty, drive, devotion and dedication. Skies were wonderful-ways of social cantations of heart, spirit and mind. Days in Africa, where they never had a dull moment. A sky-ward celestial-body empowerment.
It spelled-out and ensued, by incident and evident... Dawns on planet earth instill and congeal all. And the epitome of darkness, quiet and solemn moments. Jason Atwood was a surveyor in Death Valley... It got to 126 degrees at times. And the Antartic surveyor-stayed froze 8 months of the year. Heat, was easier to take than cold... The skies became alter distinctions of harsh but inherent sub-standard zones. The moon was at times longed-for quieting, and sun's powerful-persister... It was a natural nominality. Precise and precis-were everybody's self-same situ.
Hune Briart, was an emotional-lady; in her everyday-life. But when she visited the country, she simply, served-herself. A 1928-slicker, born in the metropolis, and had never-left. City-life was an urban squalor, accepted and lived-by... Everyday was a “slog” around-town, through the dirty-streets, passing the brick buildings; and onto further ambient, necessarily the same... ...Coal-dust bellowed from houses and charcoal was everywhere... Horses, cars and trolleys-went uncaring, but endeavored-on about their-businesses... Off-she went to her office-job... But then she had an “epiphany”, one sleepless, boring, polluted destined-life. As she stared at the beautiful-clouds high-above, she-wondered if there was somewhere under that Moon a sacred oasis of clean, healthy of undiluted essence existed. She wrote a letter to a town, she'd heard of that was far-away. Within the month she was in Northland, Oklahoma population 1,800... She arrived after seeing and saying good-bye to the urban-squalor... When she arrived 12-days later. They could see better, breathe easier and think-easily. Though it was a cow-town, it was one that had an essence beyond that even better pretenses... She moved to town and before long-mornings were calm solemn and satisfying. She never went back; marrying a store-keeper and raising 6-kids with love and unabashing...
--Ceiver Tucker, was a wealth inheritor in Bismarck, North Dakota. He didn't think of himself as a romantic, spending his-time reading and studying all-manner of things. His dad knew, he didn't mind. But a “eureka!”-moment happened just like his wealthy forefather. He'd thought what if someone invented a computer, that acted like a electronic-servant and all you did was speak type direct to it. Everything from meals to household duties to work to communication to ideas. He was a reader of ancient Greek-studies and pre-modern ideas... He got the idea from the discover of earth's global-diameter... That if you learned-exactly, precise elements-of configuration; you knew the sun's rotation-length and the moon's weight in that fashion. After many-trips to watch the stars, he library-fisched just as many ideas for exact-function could formalized; all entities of technical adaption. A super-AI reality...
The Ocean was 40 miles-a way, on the sectors of the South-pole. 88,000 King Penguins lived for 4 months before heading-back to sea. They bore and raised in infirming. Always watching the daylight, sunlight and moon. Theirs was the declarative-privvy of life in the sub-Antartic. After birth anew and interaction, then all fell-off the tundra back into the waters off the ice-plates. As the spatial sun-shone through the emoting-sky.