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listen to the rythum of the falling rain
My eyes have seen far too much... their heavy and full of years... never more to feel the touch... never more to know... it's raining here... a perfect Tuesday afternoon... her birthday is...
Day 5: Dusk
And so it was that what was left of humanity looked up with envious eyes at the last of the great ships set forth to Mars. Never again could man look to the skies and dream of tabla rasa. expel...
Day 4: afternoon
And here we have it. In terms of cosmic relevance, 100 years, a mere blink of an eye. n terms of human counting, forever. The blooming of Mars was a grandiose adventure. Deimos, the larger of ...
Day 4: afternoon
And here we have it. In terms of cosmic relevance, 100 years, a mere blink of an eye. n terms of human counting, forever. The blooming of Mars was a grandiose adventure. Deimos, the larger of i...
Book Description
its a digital diary filled with ones nd zeros dancing to the tune of a monochrome conductor.
