The moon is made of porridge. We are flying to the moon. Undji and Ritenisa are the spaceship; they make engine screams. Venaune plays the astronaut, in cool aviators, parka jacket. Vemuna is an asteroid heading for the Earth: she’s no control, her eyes are big with fear. Jamina will narrate. The loiterers point and […]
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