Ode to the Moon in June

A favorite childhood book of the hubs and his mom.
Out of print, but timeless. What child doesn't spend hours gazing at the moon and the stars?

Speaking of the moon and stars, It's about time for the hubs and I to celebrate our 3 year wedding anniversary. The traditional gift is leather and the modern gift is crystal or glass. Of course I went modern and naturally was a bit creative with the glass part. My inspiration was the book the hubs read as a child. Can you guess what it is?

"The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff."
-Carl Sagan, Cosmos

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Peach on Earth

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