This Saturday we'll see the moon loom large in the sky, when it arrives at the closest point to Earth it ever gets. The moon governs our bodies of water, and given that we're about 80% made of it, we'll feel the tug. Repressed emotions and impassioned diatribes will surely come out to play. Or maybe you'll take a more light-hearted tack, and gaze up at the behemoth hanging there like an unwieldy marble and ask, "Cosmos, is that a moon in your sky, or are you just happy to see me?" Or you'll wonder what Supermoon's version of Clark Kent is. Or if this lunar cycle purposefully coincides with Cinco de Mayo so that our massive friend can go in search of a big enough margarita to tip its BAC to be cop-worthy. Good thing the moon doesn't have to worry about getting pulled over.
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