There is a moon that keeps my childhood a vivid memory. Every time I see the crescent-shaped "toenail" moon I can smell my mom's thermos of coffee and hear "My Cherie Amour." I used to love to stare at that moon while we waited for my dad to load his fishing gear in the back of the tiny Datsun truck. This is also probably why I really like coffee and Stevie Wonder.
There is a moon that keeps my childhood a vivid memory. Every time I see the crescent-shaped "toenail" moon I can smell my mom's thermos of coffee and hear "My Cherie Amour." I used to love to stare at that moon while we waited for my dad to load his fishing gear in the back of the tiny Datsun truck. This is also probably why I really like coffee and Stevie Wonder.

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