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The Threshold of Our Reach

It was a deathbed recantation. The Astronaut lay, sunken and frail amidst his bedclothes, as they set up their equipment. There was a window on the other side of the bed, framing a portion of the nearby mountain range.

“Beautiful view you’ve got,” said the man from NASA. “Peaceful.” Remote.

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