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I am a foreign body, floating on the moon's surface, suit-protected.....winds are blowing without cease. high and low i go, over its dark craters strange, not seeing fog or mist in the atmosphere. the cold quiet leaves me in awe soundless, as the moon that glows 'pon which i raise my eyes to,  from below i sense a mix of joy and fear....i don't know this boundless heaven has me conquered the moon, and its silence......so open-ended ...if it's possible....i have often wondered who knows, somebody must've dared, or tried, i believe those wise words most often uttered: ...no man is an island... from the moon's surface, i could picture bright events to come in a few days...i'm sure fires of red, blue and green would soon be bursting to light the world...when the new year comes marching there's this longing...to go home, to my earth where God meant me to be, the planet of my birth to celebrate life...the present, the future, even the past ....to show, to speak my gratitude......no matter what... Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan December 29, 2018 (a work of fiction)
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
On The Moon's Surface
Blue lights, pink answers, tomfoolery all about -- Feel free to join us!
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Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 2:38 AM UTC
[ Blue lights, pink answers ]
Most days slip by quietly— wake up, eat, work, go to bed. Another page in the calendar, nothing different. But a birthday feels different. It’s like the world leans in for just a moment and says, you were born, and that still matters. It’s not just cake or candles, not just the messages that pile up on your phone. It’s the pause— to look at yourself, to see how far you’ve come, to remember the child you were, and the person you’re still becoming. Other days remind us to keep moving. Birthdays remind us to stop, to breathe, to be glad we made it one more time around the sun.
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Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 9:24 PM UTC
"Why a Birthday Matters"