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| Mare Serenitatis |
Not again…
the moon was pink! Rose was tired of that sissy color. She liked red. So, Rose decided to do something about it.
She climbed to the top of the church tower, as close to the moon as she could
get. Then she pricked her finger on the cross and she stretched and stretched
all the way to the moon. As she touched it, it turned into a beautifully bright
red. The problem was when she tried to come down and lost her balance falling
flat on her back. The last thing she saw was that damn pink moon.
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