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The strange happenings around Destiny City kept Christa on Earth much more so than usual. She didn't mind terribly much, thought she still ventured briefly into space, twice a week, to give energy back to her beloved moon. Without those trips, the excess power she was constantly channeling began to affect her everyday life. She learned quickly that neglecting a trip to space meant the jitters, itchy skin, mood swings and other unsavory symptoms. It helped that, in the past few years, Christa built somewhat of a relationship with her place in the past. She felt connected to the moon in a way she felt unable to accurately describe. It was a comforting bond, like a parent to a child, though her brother failed to see it that way.

Being cooped up indoors lent well to finishing a backlog of books, overdue cleaning and a yearly purge of unused items in need of a new home. Christa had, in the past, accumulated a great many small items in stationary - pens, pencils, thirty-seven different kinds of paper (in just one size, fifty-two in a smaller size) with various designs, small stickers and other little accouterments that accompanied the dying art of letter-writing. In actuality, most of the packs of paper remained in pristine condition - unopened and unused. They were meant for greater things, she thought, and perhaps a real purpose.

With a soft smile, Christa stood on a step stool to grab the one large plastic bin she kept on the top shelf of her closet for just such an occasion. It would be filled with the various things collected over the years in the hopes that someone else could use them. Surely something as simple as cute paper could bring someone a smile like it did to her, all those years ago. Setting the bin on her bed, Christa stood at her wooden desk - the same desk she'd had since before the divorce. It was bought at a garage sale nearly ten years ago, priced at exactly ten dollars due to the wear and tear on it. Even at his younger age, her brother Zach fixed it up with the help of their father, learning to use an electric belt sander to buff out some of the more shallow gouges. A new coat of finish and the desk looked quite a bit nicer than its previous price tag would lead one to believe.

Tracing her hands over the desk, she pulled open one of the drawers to find her still-sealed packets of stationary. They still brought her joy to behold, but needed to find new life elsewhere. Since reaching that very special connection with her moon, Christa found material possessions to hold much less importance in her life. She found no sadness in picking up each packet, turning it over to admire the lace details on one, the seashell pattern on another, and placing them in the bin. Alongside the papers were a few of the sealed pencil packs and ink pens - she had more than enough for now. A few older sweaters, a pair of boots and other odds and ends rounded out the donation bin. Standing back to observe her work, Christa found a sort of relief in the hope that someone else could use these things better than she could.

Of all her earthly possessions, the desk remained one of the most beloved. Perhaps it was because of the love and effort Zach had shown in restoring it. She could learn a thing or two from the people around him, thought. Maybe this connection to her moon would make her... a bit warmer, over time.


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