Green cheese stuck with a small American flag
I'm told by people over fifty that the "maiden voyage" to the moon transformed--overnight, literally--the way the people looked up at the night sky. From a glowing orb dangling mythically among the stars to an actual place, like a nation, or maybe not quite a nation but a protectorate, like Puerto Rico. For the benefit of public dreams, I'm all for a take-back by the collective unconscious.
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