Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! — Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! — Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! — Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! — Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! — Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
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Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars!

— Olive Higgins Prouty, Now, Voyager
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