Welcoming Party
Wrinkled hands, fingers intertwined.
We never thought it would take this long. There was always going to be a wormhole or an alien technology. There was always going to be some kind of wizardry. Not this.
An old ship on her last mile. Her last mile was miles ago, actually.
An old ship, kept together with spit for shoe polish - what's that old saying?
Wrinkled hands, fingers intertwined.
At least there will be no prison sentences. No.
They want us to live the ends of our lives in peace.
Doc tells me I've got a few days.
Below me: Earth.
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