History is an omlette. THe eggs are already broken.

Your death defines my life. I want to find the love we never had and explicate it in your name.  I want to take your secrets public. I want to burn down the distance between us.  I want to give you breath.

We&#39;re going to be focusing our science on things that will take us farther and longer into space. For many of those experiments, the crew members are human guinea pigs, which is fine; that&#39;s part of my job. I don&#39;t mind being a human guinea pig.

The river narrowed, quickened, its surface trembling like the eyes of dreamers.

Written By Patricia A. McKillip

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