A metaphor for the moon

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We were deep in the cool funk of a mile-long tunnel hand-cut into the belly of Afton Mountain more than a century ago. Everything was shadow and water, our visible path scythed down to the flashlight’s small circle. “Follow the moon!” my three-year-old kept saying, his whispers bouncing off the rocks around us, kaleidoscopic sound that seemed to travel,…