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I hold
soil, earth from where
Spaceport America
will soon be a reality--
starstruck.
Takeoff,
you grit your teeth
and wait for sedatives
to sink in. A clear blue sky now
turns black.
Weightless,
discomfort gone.
Above? below? her soul
and view filled with serenity--
earthstruck.
Our dreams
pull us to the
star-freckled sky. Our drive...
will it lead to exodus? Or to
explore?
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