I shuddered a bit when my cell phone rang last Wednesday and I saw who was calling, because I wasn’t in the mood to talk with Edgar Reewright. But when your editor is trying to reach you, you answer.
“Neil, Edgar here,” he said bluntly, as was characteristic of him. “I just started editing the story you’re planning to publish early next week. Here’s my advice: Don‘t! How many times do I have to tell you that you’re overdoing it with the walking-around-while-looking-at-things articles? The ones about nicely-decorated vehicles — the Art On Wheels series — are okay, but this latest creation of yours absolutely eats it. Nobody will want to read about your wanderings through Philadelphia in search of one-way traffic signs that are pointing in the wrong direction. Especially since you didn’t find any. Listen to me . . . James Patterson wouldn’t be able to write decently about this subject. Ditto for Joyce Carol Oates. And they are a hundred times more talented than you! You need to trash this loser. To reiterate: Don’t publish it!”
I was stunned. Almost speechless. At last, after gulping at least ten times, I managed to talk.
“Oh my, my, my, I see what you mean, Edgar,” I said, my voice dripping with dejection. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Instead of backwards one-way signs, I guess I should have been looking for something with more appeal, such as squirrels line-dancing while balancing acorns on their noses. What am I going to do? I have nothing else to write about right now. For the last two or three years I’ve published a story every two weeks, but I won’t meet the next scheduled publication date. My readers will not be pleased by my dereliction of duty.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Edgar asked. “For crying out loud, not one soul will notice or care. Look at it as a mini-vacation. Besides, I’m certain that inspiration, if that term even applies to you, will strike again pretty soon.”
“Thanks for the pep talk, Edgar. All of a sudden I’m feeling a little better. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
A long pause took me by surprise.
“Edgar, are you there?”
The pause continued.
Finally, Edgar spoke. Softly. “I’m here, Neil. I have news that I’ve been trying to figure out how to break to you. I’m sorry to say this, but I might not be your editor for much longer.”
“What? It can’t be! Say it isn’t so!”
“Now, this isn’t definite,” Edgar replied. “I’ll let you know for certain soon. But here’s the thing: I’m not getting any younger. I’m 85, after all, though I don’t look a day over 80. Anyway, my wife Loretta and I want to shake up our lives. That’s why we wrote to Elon Musk in April, asking about his SpaceX senior-citizens lunar program. ‘Hell yeah, old farts have just as much right to visit the Moon as anyone else,’ Elon wrote back. ‘SpaceX’s first lunar landing for oldtimers is scheduled for 2026. Start getting in very serious shape, folks. In a few years you’ll be boogieing like there’s no tomorrow in one or two of the Moon’s craters.’ Elon wants us, and we have to give him our decision by the end of the month, Neil.”
“What can I say?” Edgar continued. “Loretta and I probably will begin intensive workout sessions within the next couple of weeks. If we do, I won’t have enough time and energy to edit your stories.”
“Edgar, please don’t leave me,” I managed to say between sniffles. “Ours has been a wonderful partnership. Yeah, Another Blogger would be a total wreck were it not for your candor, superb judgment and eagle eye. Edgar, I need you.”
I wasn’t the only one sniffling. “I know, Neil, I know,” Edgar said with more human emotion than I thought he was capable of. “Hey, wait a minute! I have a great idea. You’re older than dirt, like me, aren’t you?”
“I’m 75, Edgar.”
“Yup, you’re way closer to the end than to the beginning. And there’s no doubt you could use some real excitement before the Grim Reaper arrives. So, if Loretta and I sign up with SpaceX, would you want to join us? I’m positive that Elon would be delighted to have you on board. Maybe Sandy would be interested too.”
“Hang on a second, Edgar,” I said. Then I shouted to my wife.
“Sandy, I might be going to the Moon in 2026 with Edgar Reewright and his wife. Want to be part of the group?”
“Neil, to say you’re out of your frigging mind is an understatement. The Moon? Count me out!”
“But how about me? Can I go?”
“Sure. Why not? At least it will give you something interesting to write about for a change. I mean, that story you haven’t published yet — the one about trying to find one-way signs pointing in the wrong direction — is a real stinker. Am I right or am I right?”
To quote Rodney Dangerfield: “I tell you, I don’t get no respect.”
Senior citizens’ looney program? 😉Sounds good to me. I am about to retire, so seems totally appropriate to consider tagging along. And I especially respect Elon’s space program with his detonating rockets and exploding populations. 😉
A very enjoyable post, Neil. 🙂
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Away we go!
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The sign pointing old farts to the moon is likely a one way sign. 🙂
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I can’t disagree.
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No song today? Fly me to the moon? Great post.
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That’s a good song. It’s playing in my head right now.
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From what I hear and have read, the moon is not all it’s cracked up to be. Imagine, there’s not even one artistically decorated truck there as of yet; no interesting advertising signs in the shops – blast it, no shops even; no pleasant and colourful gardens and, a deal-breaker if ever there was one – Netflix doesn’t beam to the moon! Stay where you are and smell the coffee!
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Paddy, you make excellent points!
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Neil, With a deep sense of foreboding and a sense of possibly betraying a good friend, I hate to report that Edgar has been in touch with me regarding a possible future professional arrangement – “now that I am free”, as he put it. Let me assure you that I rebuffed him in the strongest terms – “you can f..k off to the moon, you treacherous ba..ard”, I told him. He never deserved you!
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How could Edgar do that to me? He’s going to hear from me, and I will NOT be cool, calm and collected.
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You tell him, Neil!
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I’m with Paddy…Who needs editors with no taste?! They’re a dime a dozen Those feet are made for walkin’ and I really enjoy your posts, so there. (You can always drive when your legs tire, AND we enjoy your photographs!) Onwards and upwards. xx
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But I’m very dependent on Edgar!
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However much I look forward to reading about your adventures on the moon, a post about about squirrels line-dancing while balancing acorns on their noses would be fascinating. Thanks for a most enjoyable post, but I would think twice about space travel.
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Yeah, I’m not good on roller coasters. So, a spaceship might be entirely too much.
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The shade cast by the glow of the Moon is palpable here. 👀
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The Moon is powerful. And it’s not all that far away.
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Yes, indeed.
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It won’t be long before Edgar realizes your flights of fancy are far more satisfying than Elon’s moon flights. He’ll be back: a sadder but wiser editor for thee.
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Fingers crossed.
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How many times, Neil, I have to tell you you can write no matter where in the universe you are! Just open the telephone inquiry book, and you would find the inspiration there, even among the people’s numbers there will be the making of a novel!
The only question is this, if you are 75, why are you not writing a book?!
Joanna
PS. This post, Neil, is brilliant beyond words!
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Thanks for the thumbs-up, Joanna. I appreciate it. As for writing a book: It’s not in my game plan.
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Shame, Neil, because you are brilliant, and if you did, I would be the very first in the queue to buy it!
Joanna
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I think Sandy will come around.
Paz
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Hi Paz. It’s possible, but doubtful.
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I beg to differ about the walking around in Philadelphia posts. It’s greatly entertaining and also part of what I find appealing about reading blog posts around the world- to have some proximity with everyday lives of neighbourhoods and regions
I would not usually have access too. Please keep them coming and if Edgar needs to move on, that’s fine!
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Hi. I can’t seem to keep away from the walking-around stories. There probably will be another one pretty soon.
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Perhaps it might be best to ignore the editor’s advice and write about what you love—in this case, those one-way signs. And save the moon for gazing and admiring. 😉
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You know, I haven’t looked at the Moon intently in quite a while. If I remember, I will tonight.
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Ok, I see a post coming on Edgar work out routine to get to the Moon. Enjoyed your post.
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I guess I’ll know soon if Edgar will join the SpaceX program. I’m curious to find out.
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Me too! That will be a good story, what’s involved with the process/preparation.
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If it’s anything to do with Musk, then Edgar’s routine will involve a lot of juggling.
Looking forward to the one way signs pointing the wrong way….someone in the city’s traffic office must have visited France for inspiration.
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Stay tuned!
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Good technique for building interest in the wrong way one way signs!
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My mind sometimes works in curious ways.
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The main question here is: How the heck did Edgar earn enough as an editor to afford a Space X trip?
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Good point. Maybe he invested in Microsoft when it was selling at a really low price.
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Two things: Edgar is wrong–I love reading about your wanderings through Philadelphia, and 2) I want to go to the Moon with Musk, too!
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I’ll call Edgar. I think he would be glad to ask Musk to contact you.
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Yay!
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Don’t go, Shane! Don’t go!
Oops…I mean, Neil! Don’t go, Neil!
We’d miss your quirkiness and entertaining posts.
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Mucho gracias.
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Loved this, Neil!
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Thanks very much.
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I don’t know what scares me more — editors or space travel. So an editor in space must be the scariest thing yet! Thank you for this hilarious post, Neil!
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Edgar won’t be pleased when he reads your comments!
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Ah, thanks for this, Neil. I giggled so much I forgot about my hand pain for a few minutes, and that’s priceless!
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Thanks, and get well soon!
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This is hilarious! I’m sure Edgar is fictional, but if he isn’t, I’ve got friends in low places, if you get my drift. Your readers love reading about your meanderings, but if I’m honest, I’d pay real money to see the line-dancing squirrels.
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Me too!
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Thanks, Jerry. Have a good day!
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Neil, you cracked me up with Reewright’s news about joining Elon Musk’s SpaceX senior-citizens lunar program 😀 😀 😀
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The Moon is where it’s at!
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Definitely!
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It all sounds a bit fishy to me, Neil, but if you’re up for it, I’m secretly looking forward to those posts from the moon. Failing that, signposts pointing the wrong way will be just as entertaining in your more than capable hands. 😊
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Well, the story about the wrong one-way signs is sitting in my draft folder. One of these days — maybe — I’ll publish it. MAYBE.
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I wonder how many painted trucks are on the moon? Might be a good article Neil!
I enjoyed your post, Sandy
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Hi. You know, NASA is planning to have a lunar-landing mission in the foreseeable future. I forget when. Maybe in 6 to 10 years from now.
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I was kidding about the trucks but thinking about it … I heard that there’s a lot of stuff and detritus left over from lunar landings, stallelite launches, rockets etc. I hope that 10 years from now NASA et al will be thinking about how to clean up the mess that’s floating around rather than adding to it.
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Wonderful! I hope you get accepted for the “moon program.”
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We shall see!
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Having at one time managed a group of editors I can tell you that rocket ship is never getting off the ground.
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Edgar Reewright isn’t the easiest person to get along with, for certain.
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Before you get to the moon, you might want to follow up on the idea about squirrels line-dancing while balancing acorns on their noses. I would love to read about them. 😊
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Squirrels are surprisingly talented.
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👍
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Your articles are plenty interesting, line-dancing squirrels not withstanding. But if you go to the moon, I want to read about it! And don’t forget to take lots of pics.
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If I go, my phone’s camera absolutely will be at the ready!
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Great post! And if you ever find a one-way sign going the wrong way definitely let us know.
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Evening, Jan. I’m on it!
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Never mind the moon, squirrels line-dancing while balancing acorns on their noses is a winner. Especially with accompanying video – get it done!
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I’ll do my best!
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Such a fun read 😃😃
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Thanks a lot. Glad you enjoyed it.
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I don’t know that I have anything to add that hasn’t already been said brilliantly by other commenters. You do you, Neil. After all that’s what writing is all about, regardless of what any naysayer says.
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Hi. Something I like about the writing process is that it forces me to gather and analyze my thoughts. Through that, I often learn what I really think about things.
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Well … when are you going? Fun read and I agree with Edgar when it comes to not fretting if you don’t stick to a schedule for posting your stories. I often read bloggers apologizing for not posting but always think, there’s plenty of other stuff to see and read in the meantime. No need for apologies IMHO!
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Edgar is wise, once in a while anyway.
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Hi Neil. I was just checking out an old post when I saw your name in the comments and had to wonder, “is that guy still around?” Glad to see you’re still at it. Even if you’re struggling for topics. C’mon, signs pointing the wrong way? Just the same, this one was a keeper, and I expect to see more in the future.
Unless you were just mooning us.
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Thanks a lot for stopping by, Dave. Yeah, we’ve both been at the writing game for a good long while.
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Fun, FUN read. With the way the world seems upside-down I’d be all in to hitch a ride with you to the moon!
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All aboard!
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I was in the quiet car on the train yesterday when I opened this piece, but I had to laugh out loud when I read your one-way street signs pointing in the wrong direction story idea! There is certainly no dearth of them in Philadelphia—and there are just as many street signs missing altogether. Reject Rewright’s reasoning! I’m sure you could craft a fascinating article about them. As you’ve so often shown us, our fair city is an endless source of quirky stories.
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My site would have a WHOLE lot fewer articles on it were it not for Philadelphia.
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I don’t understand Sandy’s reluctance, Neil. Elon Musk has such a good record. Not a whole lot of self-driving Teslas have been involved in fatalities. And he’s done such a wonderful job with Twitter…
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How many people did he lay off and fire from Twitter? I know it was a whole lot.
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A mere 80% of the staff, reports say.
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Neil, looking forward to reading your posts from the moon. It will be a fun program with Elon Musk👍😄
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Well, it’s not definite yet if I’ll be going. We shall see!
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I want the article about the signs pointing the wrong way! Come on, Neil, you can’t put a tease like that out there and not deliver!
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Maybe it will happen! (Or not)
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Ditto what the others have said above. A fun read as ever. I always enjoy your “chats” with Edgar.
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Hi Alyson, and thanks.
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Even if Edgar resigns as your editor, never let the friendship, er “relationship” go. Your conversations always bring a chuckle, at least more than one-way signs facing the wrong direction would.
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It’s hard for me to put a finger on my relationship with Edgar. It’s intense, though, for sure.
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Hilarious story Neil! I think there may be some one-way signs on the moon for you to evaluate. After a couple of lunar excursion vehicle near misses, I believe NASA sent a Public Works Dept. team, along with some raffia flow engineers, to establish one way lanes around the craters. I think there may be a rotary or two now as well. Great story! I hope your editor changes his mind and sticks around. Best wishes.
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I hope the rotaries on the Moon are easier to navigate than the one in Orleans where routes 28 and 6A meet!
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Ha ha! True!
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Ha ha. This made me laugh on a day when I needed it. Great post, Neil! – Marty
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Thanks, Marty. Appreciated.
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😂😂😂
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Thanks Kathy.
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“Can I go?” LOLLLLL you asked your wife for permission! You crack me up with every story, Neil. Seriously funny. OK I love that I put those words together too “seriously funny” ~ You are awesome.
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Hi Christy. To the Moon!!??
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Neil I love reading your posts from the moon. ANITA
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Hi Anita, and thanks.
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Ahem…I’m over the moon about this post! And I look forward to reading your story in 2026!
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If I go on this journey, I hope that whatever I write will do the Moon justice!
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