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Won't You Lend Your Lungs To Me?

It was my own fault, finding myself on Mars like this. Such a strange and hostile atmosphere. The thought of two moons rising trumped common sense, and decent air. 298 more words


bawdy skygazing [after all it's Spring]

saturn   moon   mars   spica
in virgo’s hand: head of wheat?
deimos  phobos know

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