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It is never too early to start talking about outer space labor law
“my battery is low and it’s getting dark” is so hauntingly human, so crushingly lonely. I can’t articulate the deep, profound ache that sentence evokes. It’s acceptance and defeat and terror and sadness all at once, all from one tiny machine we asked to explore the stars for us.
drunken attempts to capture the night sky over møn, denmark
The summer night glowed; in the field, fireflies were glinting. And for those who understood such things, the stars were sending messages
Louise Glück, from "Midsummer" in Poems 1962-2012
The sun, the moon and the stars. Out-of-doors. v. 2. 1932.
Terra Keck