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Somewhere among the clouds, confident in our strength, we move. Pale green next to a broken mix of golden brown and copper. We breathe away the life supply and the magnetic field. Our eyes, blinded long ago, still watch beyond oceans and through the skin. Hitchhiking through the atmosphere, we begin our road trip around the planet. Simple moments drown in the sickly sweet syrup of trembling sugar dreams and candy floss romance. Helpless breaths escaping to space; will they hear our whispers on the ISS?