My Trip to the Moon
I put the finishing touches to my rocket that morning and took a quick walk around the block. In my trip to the moon a few years ago I was asked by my boss to bring a rock back for him. This time I just went for myself. My medieval romance. Land of no sleep. It’s a little drab but it’s okay. At least I was able to get the beads to finish my trip-to-the-moon necklace.
Elle asked how my trip to the moon went that evening. I thought it was cute. I shared with her more reflections on “freedom” and how it relates to James Dean, my trip to the Moon, and Japanese standing nails. “But what about your trip to the moon?” she asked. But what about the sand and the starfish and the slimy fish in the sea? But what about just hanging out.
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