How much would you pay to go to the moon?
What a drab, barren place the moon must be. Cold and grey. Black skies. I’ve always wanted to visit the salt flats and the tundra and look out onto the vast emptiness. I would pay money to see Mongolia or Siberia and ride a horse through the meadows and sled through the snow and ice. Ride the Bering Sea until I’m lost, or walk the endless white sands of a Pacific island. To stand on the edge of a plateau looking over a red, clay canyon. Climb the green, rocky mountains in Peru among the ruins. All under an ice-blue sky with the willful wind trying to blow me over. You can have the moon.
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