There was a week in 1972 when the Moon quit. No one noticed because by then we’d landed on the Moon over nine times and people had lost interest in things Moon wise.

I knew it because the Moon came and stayed with me. I asked my parents if it was okay. They said sure. I don’t think they even noticed though that it was The Moon. They were tired from working and raising a family.

The Moon and I took walks together. Sometimes we held hands. Even though the Moon is huge, it has human sized hands.

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