It’s zero three oh three
& the last sound off was
Jiminy
That chirp of a cricket
Off in a corner o’er there sipping tea
Red toadstools with the missus
Rip Van Winkle lost his sheep
neither comprehend the other
by one account
airborne clear through the stratosphere
blacking out between
zero G’s
straddling exosphere
in between photo-ops with the stars

Great post 😁
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