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it's all just the same

resuming transmission

my hands are cold.

are we dancer?

i made it.

every other day

here we go again.

feel the burn.

cold, warm, cold, snow...repeat.

still sick

rough morning.

well, it had to happen.

breaking trail.

impending doom....

in the books.

tipping point

song in my head.

and the spaceman says.