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Jul 2020
Each day is the same.
Wake up, set the binary coordinates, wait.
Pour over the data but nothing breaks through.
Something about this storms ionic charge dilates signal strength.
I've recounted the rations.
There's time for one more shot.
I see her face.
Sometimes it's as clear as day.
Others, it's lost in the void.
I will find my way back to you.
That was my promise.
Philomena
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Philomena  19/F
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