Panoramic View by Shanna Compton
Last week Mars suddenly got a lot closer. It used to be the place we'd throw out as impossible, utterly unreachable, so red and foreign and sere. Not anymore. And I'm trying to figure out why watching the panorama makes something in the hot core of me crumple like a swig-emptied can, intoxicating though it may be, vibrant with out-of-this-world color like the whole thing's a sand painting, a dimensional mandala some galactic monk took her sweet time pouring freehand, blowing on it between sips of her tea, ruffling up the most dramatic of its rumpled crests. It's bluer than I thought, attained. Like most things I wish we could take back. | |
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