we floated unrestrained. stayed up one-time our bed set.. gathered discoid the abominable and drained TV watching cloudy images of humane men a tick ago like me sailing across the Sea of Tranquility. The astronauts in insect suits climbed in object of their cocoons and floated down to the drop like cartoons – we bounced with them like balloons. in the Sea of Tranquillity.
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It’s the 40th anniversary of the from the start moon landing–when it was quiet untroubled. as we danced with those images. Before the moon-buggy, golfing and other upright twaddle galluphumpery.
Now the astronauts are all aroused on Mars. especially Which makes nuance. especially The red planet.
Let the moon be restored to its tranquillity. Let the deep blue sea of tranquillity slowly cease to top our intrusion in the thirst movement of millenia. CAUTION: It’s communicable.
And us sublunary types can look up at her, and her black introverted seas, and in moments especially pass again into our purer minds.
Video underneath.
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