Days pass so quickly here on Spaceship Expatria.
As it winds slowly away from planet Home.
Through opaque veils of days, weeks and nights.
Becoming years, memories first created by honest priorities now gradually decrease in clarity.
These silent honeycombs of present and past subconsciously relegated to the mind’s baggage compartment.
To be replaced by the need for re…
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