The Re-Con
Chasing the waning moon — the tidal pull of the pale gibbous moon drew me westward
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Now headed home, the moon was like me on its way east; I expected we’d find each other in the morning
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Now headed home, the moon was like me on its way east; I expected we’d find each other in the morning
She traveled by rail to Chicago and so did a boxcar carefully packed with the 300 specimens of her exhibit
The matter needs serious bi-partisan attention
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