From average legs came titan strides, upon the sunlit moon. The dialled down gravity showed in our faces too. For, behind our tinted visors, we bore the most childishly happy grins. If we ‘soup-can’ astronauts were emojis, we’d be a mischievous elation. In the expanse of the heavens, our combined heartbeat came as the lone challenger to silence. In that, in perfect duality with the joy, we made a soundtrack of togetherness-sombre-solitude. Of all the people, in all the world, that experience belonged to us.
Dear NASA,
Dear rich would-be-space-explorers,
Dear genius entrepreneur inventors,
Fix creation, or you will find space very empty and lonely indeed. There are divine applications for your creative intelligence and engineering prowess right here on Earth. God speed.
P.S. Yes, it will be dear, dear, dear or it will be oh dear, dear, dear.
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