There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years’ ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.
Shall we ride
To the blue star
Or the white star?
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this is so inventive from title to curled in talk...
wow, the warmth of imagery by physically squeezing in the topic of astronomical setting for feet among touch or eyes. imagine not only wanting it reread but iterated again over the itty bitty five digits pressed (slightly) in hand on lap and alertness, that can have circulation of comfort colors by speed that could be asked to be done again... until understanding zip of story's sensation too! discomfort could bring different answers right along with curiosity, what a treasured youngster to take in lesson of traveling choice and health quickness -- overlapped peep
phenomenally smiled,
babies are my subject -
Janet must have been a precocious child to comprehend this question.
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