Games of chance last longer on this side of the moon, further from the pool of Earthlight above. The dark side of humanity can bound free of any constraint. A dark side lost of a all time can wander further than any other, any other of the world at large above and below the city of death that resides, silent in the satellites heart, waiting for its release into the world at large, the world residing in the heart chamber of human wonderings.
Moonites live there, alone but for the clangers, the beasts
of quick fit auto-repair and lost things. We wander over to the wilderness
lands of empty moon rock, salute and you shall enter.
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