The journey

Imagine. I’m sitting in my capsule. All alone. I have taken off my helmet. Drops of water have condenced on the wall of my spacecraft. I touch a drop with my finger and taste it. I can taste the dream of human flight. Wright Brothers, Gagarin, Buzz Aldrin. Their tears and swet in this one drop. Finally I’m one of them.

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