Metaphors for a waxing crescent

A mammoth grub. A glazed croissant. Everything you wish had come full circle. A boat of
ghosts rerouted by Charon. The concluding parentheses you always forget to add. Hope’s rib. A
winter runner’s frosty eyelash. Your first sledding hill. One of God’s alleles. The toggle of a

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