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Mare Crisium

Tomorrow was yesterday – the day imagination took flight; the day my sneakers touched the dust of that distant

(The days of the nickel dates are long gone but the memories do endure for a pretty young girl of

I can almost hear her voice beckoning to, “Come up and see me sometime” Sequins shine, hugging curves which went

Strange. It seems the rims don’t seal quite as well as she remembers. And the colors; the greens and yellows

I don’t know anymore what’s cool or keen or what you mean when you say “whatever” Someway, one day when