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Mars sails past the Beehive.

I seek Sol's light in a sunbeam.

All is quiet, hushed and still.

The bats were flying.

Little red Vixen returns.

Partial eclipse - Partial blue sky.

Dreaming of Selene, as the clouds rolled in.

Like a Moon on the wire.

Memories of the Moon gone by.

An analogue mind returns.

Typewriting the Astro.