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...The Moon sees me. God Bless The Moon, and God Bless Me
When Ben and Anna were little, we would say this rhyme with them often. Sometimes when I look up at the moon, I can't help but think that it looks different on this side of the world (David just laughs at me). I saw this at the Friday Market and I thought of the rhyme. It was just tacky enough to buy, but Hitler (David) didn't think that we should. So I took the picture.
See below for more market photos
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