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Dara rolled out of her bunk and onto her feet in a smooth, practiced motion. On the way to the door she winced as the tightness in her calves made each footstep painful, but by the time she'd hit the column midship the ache had mostly receded. Aging in low gee sucked just as hard as aging planetside. Grabbing the ladder loosely with both hands and using her boots for stability on the outside of the rails, she dropped the six stories to the lower observation deck and galley in a few measured breaths. The landing brought her aching joints back to the forefront of her mind, but only for a moment. "What in Spanner's Starweld is that?" Turing t

Let me become one with the ocean Make me one with the sea Let tsunamis come crashing down on me Make me leave my DNA on the sandy beach and be dragged out by the riptide to the true middle of nowhere, Surrounded by blue With seaweed hair, concealing the darkest depths And bone and marrow becoming one with the coral, breathing in the sea Organs growing gills and becoming an entirely new species of Mary fish My consciousness so vast and unexplored, Like Marianna's Trench, But dancing with the currents in the lightest of ways Moving where the waves take me. Don't make me a mermaid, So delicate and small, Longing for legs instead of fins. Make

I miss the simple days. Waking up on a cold January morning and huddling around the kitchen vent with my sisters, trying to warm up our toes before going to brush the sleep out of our tangled hair. Eating toast with butter and Cheez-Whiz while watching Saturday cartoons: Racoons, Inspector Gadget, Gargoyles. Back in the simple days, we always had a snowy winter. Dad would drive the front end loader into town after a huge storm and push the snow away from the street and into a pile for us to use as a sledding hill. He'd build the pile and then carve steps into the side so we could run up as quickly as we could after every run down he hill on