As clear as night as you could want it. There is not the whisper of wind nor is there a cloud. The night air is a clear cut dark crystal. A brass telescope points into the night sky. The brass glitters in the moon glow.
An eye is put to the telescope. After some adjustment in position the moon comes into focus. The moon: magical, beautiful, mysterious, and dead... The eye is yanked away. A blink. The eye comes to mate with the eye piece once again but this time with some halting hesitation. Again. There.
Is it possible wonders the eye. Is, is, is, is, there life on the moon?
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