Up there in the vastness of space is an enemy known as isolation.
"Went to church, praying Santa Maria, send me guidance."
No change...no change at all.
This world has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and truth is a menace.
By the way, is there anyone on board who knows how to fly a plane?
We set our sights and spent our nights waiting for you.
And the nicest part of all, I look just like you!
Hi! I want to take a moment to thank those of you who have been reading, responding, and supporting this weird little world I created. Being a writer is…
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