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In the kick-my-teeth talk between space and gravity, my brain undulates against the rhythmic kick of Jupiter’s spin tossing about orbiting oceans by the girth of her magnetic field where […]
The Year Before I Left For Mars,
I cupped Kansas soil in my harvest hands. Now on Martian land, skin-to-soil contact is never authorized as hominid microbes would tarnish this crimson signature. I am […]