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Oceanus ProcellarumOceanus Procellarum, Latin for "Ocean of Storms", is a vast lunar mare on the western edge of the near side of Earth's Moon. Its name derives from the old superstition that its appearance during the second quarter heralded bad weather. Procellarum is the largest of the lunar maria, stretching 2500 kilometers across its north-south axis and covering roughly 4,000,000 km2.Like all lunar maria, Oceanus Procellarum was formed by ancient basaltic flood volcanic eruptions that covered the region in a thick, nearly flat layer of solidified magma. Unlike the other lunar maria, however, Procellarum isn't contained within an impact basin. Around its edges lie many minor bays and seas, including Mare Nubium and Mare Humorum to the south. To the northeast, Oceanus Procellarum is separated from Mare Imbrium by the Carpathian Mountains. The unmanned lunar probes Surveyor 1, Surveyor 3, Luna 9 and Luna 13 landed in Oceanus Procellarum. Apollo 12 also landed in Oceanus Procellarum. I guess, Trot, that the best thing
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feeble but distinct voice. "If Cap'n Bill will carry my
way to go."
So they followed that plan and emptied all the old, wet
wrung out the clothes and laid them in the sun till they
the wrinkles out of the face as it dried, so that after a
and as jolly as before.
This work consumed some time, but when it was completed
carrying the boots and hat, Trot the bundle of clothes,
his composure and being now in a good humor, despite his
Land of Oz.
It was not until the next morning, however, that they
evening they came to the same little house they had slept
place. The same bountiful supper as before was found
ready for them to sleep in.
They rose early and after breakfast went out of doors,
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to provide the straw, for she knew the adventurers were
they were now traveling.
They lost no time in stuffing the Scarecrow anew, and
again and to assume the leadership of the little party.
"Really," said Trot, "I think you're better than you
rustle beautifully when you move."
"Thank you, my dear," he replied gratefully. "I always
likes to get musty, you know, and even good straw may be
remarked Button-Bright, "which proves that too much
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