Moon Map in my Ypsilanti Backyard, in the Afternoon Thunderstorm

Issue #151
Spring 2022
Mare oculus, collect the light that falls as prism color-code micro-smells in the rain. Mare os, guide me down into dark caverns wet moss beneath my feet. Mare nasus, to the weaving interior fields of stalks, reach leather-green of pine...

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