My Last Vacation

Day 10

            The stars are unbelievably bright, as they always are. As I look out of the shattered, spiderwebbed windshield, the scenery is the same. High mountains made to be more defined by the suffocating black that envelops everything. I have no idea what time it is. It doesn’t matter much anyway. Soon it won’t matter at all.

            I implore you to forgive the heading; it can’t possibly be accurate. I think about this as I search the ship for working...

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