And as I followed her, in this way, past the flower gardens, I realized that her movements were similar to mine, that she, too, was trying to protect something fragile, something that might fall and shatter into pieces, and that needed thus to be led toward a place where it could settle gently, something that she could not touch but could only guide with her gestures: the moon.

NEWYORKER: The Daughters of the Moon

Despite meagre resources, the duo have devised a creative flower-petal design that will right their vehicle if it flips over during the race, in much the same way that an insect gets back on its feet when turned over.

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