Found another funny set of old Victorian postcards, this time sealed up all snuggly wuggly secure in an antique photo album. And while some of you may be pondering the term "mooning?" as in "baring your buttocks to a fellow human?", uhh, no. This time we're going with an antiquated word where romantic pining over a love interest --under the magical spell of the moon, that is-- could possibly even bring tears to the big 'ol lunar lunatic watchin' from above, (and / or maybe even producing a slight hurl in the throat region!) All 6 postcards appear to be illustrated by the same person, but upon closer inspection it seems we actually have a couple pf different signatures: JHR, (no relation to JMR), as well as Zim (probably no relation to the same name Invader as well!) So grab your ownest, darlingest, little angelic popsy-wopsy, and pleasey weasy enjoy this goofy liddle widdle gushy gallery of goo-goo mushy-wushy moonshines. *GAG! *CHOKE!
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Some of the crescent moon images reminded me of your Punk Moon mask featured here back in November 2017, though the mask is much more sinister.
The crescent moon featured on postcards 2 and 5 have an evil, knowing look, maybe the moon is thinking "when I am full you turn into a werewolf, won't That be a surprise for your beloved, heh heh heh."
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