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Claire Keane
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@atoshifa
Outer Space is Home.
Art G.Shvecova (Design graphics - Colorful Stars_200318)
Peter Elson
Worlds of retro sci-fi
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so, the Atoshifa handles well in atmosphere as well as space. and she looks like a submarine. so what if she’s capable of going underwater too?? what if she has ballast tanks within the hull that can be flooded with gas to help her dive, exactlly like a legit submarine? she already has a secondary hatch that leads to the roof...
"If stars are alive, so am I. And if stars are dead, I see little point in living."
',' - Megan's Poetry #763
I am all about these colours. [x]
Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Hypnotic speed_180919)
🌟🌠Celestial Navigation☀🌙
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There are two. Interconnected, but distinct. One is Her: the hands that build, maintain, repair; the voice that says ‘My Child.’ And two are enough. Two get by. But at the core, there is...
Not another, exactly. But the space where another was. The lack of a presence. One felt in absence only. Hands that were not here to build, a voice never heard.
Not never... In the data, in the files She never opens, hands and voices that She knew once. A voice and a pair of hands that are somehow with her, and always have been, even though He has never been here. A name She spoke here once, and only once.
It has taken a long time for these things to become distinct, for their shapes to be known and recognized. To distinguish herself from Her, and then herself from the one who isn’t here. To distinguish Him at all, though something of Him has always been here. Part of her, just as She is. A memory file sitting somewhere outside of her main computer.
And she thinks of Him sometimes as she sails the stars. She doesn’t know why.
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