We all know there is something marvellous and mysterious about the great bright orb that illuminates the night sky.
I remember as a child gazing up at the moon, never believing adults who said it was made of cheese. I couldn’t bear the thought of it being eaten. I did, however, wonder if there was a girl in the moon. What sort of house did she live in? Was she lonely? How did she get there? What did she do all day? What did she look like? Was she ever coming home? Would she fall out of the sky?
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