Friday, April 25, 2014

A father to his daughters, Oregon, 2119:

Hey look, Tuesday, it's another velvet satellite. Winking down at us, a few miles above the tent.
Point your digit spooler at it, let's see if tonight's feed is extra clear.

Trace your fingers, Tracy. Trace a neat escape across the night skyline. See if you can connect the stations to one another.


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