As I do every year on this day: Wear flared off-white polyester pants, go outside, face where the Moon used to be before it blasted out of Earth orbit, and pour out a drop of wine on the ground for the 311 lost souls of Moonbase Alpha.
I can’t believe it’s been 15 years now. I miss seeing Eagles soaring in the sky above.
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