Man on the moon
I’m sitting on the lawn, the summer is finally here, it’s 22:36 in the evening, the sun just disappeared below the horizon, it’s 18 degrees Celsius (that’s 33,8 F), and Michael Stipe is singing “If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon” somewhere below me.
R.E.M. is playing here in Oslo tonight.
I feel like the man on the moon.
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