In a crater, the old man on the moon rests, sound asleep.
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In a crater, the old man on the moon rests, sound asleep.
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Exhaustion soaked his bones, but his work was never-ending. The Moon called to him, longing. He longed for her, too. For a final time, he journeyed upwards.
Exhaustion soaked his bones, but his work was never-ending. The Moon called to him, longing. He longed for her, too. For a final time, he journeyed upwards.
“Let the stars twinkle,” begged the Moon. “You must rest.”
“Let the stars twinkle,” begged the Moon. “You must rest.”