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Is there a man IN the moon or is he ON it? Feeling the energies as it spins about. Gazing at those who question his existence. Perhaps it’s not a man at all but a woman dolling herself up from the hews of a sparkling star. Singing as veil of cloud covers her sweet smile and sacred eternal face. Maybe man in moon is a child holding the wonders of the universe in its sphere like head. Or maybe the man in the moon is non other than an alien, using the moon as a space ship. At any moment ready to take off leaving earths atmosphere where many would be sad or victim to its absence. Set those binoculars upright and peepers pointed. The mystery continues.

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