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Among the vineyard grew the fruits Of harvesters' occupation Below, the earth reclaimed the fruits Of glorious civilization

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Scrap #3

Among the vineyard grew the fruits Of harvesters' occupation Below, the earth reclaimed the fruits Of glorious civilization

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The Lost Cosmonaut

Officially, Yuri Gagarin was the first human to reach outer space. His historic flight in April of 1961 kick-started the space race in earnest. The Soviet space program, however, was shrouded in secrecy from the beginning. There have long been questions regarding the existence of “lost cosmonauts,” those individuals who'd ventured beyond our atmosphere at the cost of their lives, their failure and very existence expunged by the Soviet government in an effort to save face. From a listening station just outside of Turin, Italy, two amateur radio operators had been scanning the skies since the 1950s. In October of 1960, a full six m

Creepy Collection

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Re: Thoughts on anniversary of The Great Scourge?

Re: Thoughts on 300th anniversary of The Great Scourge? It was no doubt our lowest point. Despair ran rampant in those early years. The Scourge granted us the terrible privilege of a timescale for our final days. That is, had we done nothing but submit to its seeming inevitability. That word, inevitable, became a question. A challenge. We banded together our minds, our skills, our hopes and our hearts in order to meet it. A new zeitgeist condensed. I'm sure you remember as well as I learning of the unique camaraderie felt among all nations on Earth at that pivotal moment in time. Any remaining petty geopolitical squabbles melted away in the wake of mutually assured survival. The old ways wouldn't do. Success built upon success. When we finally embraced space, I mean really dedicated ourselves to staying there, humanity had in a sense arrived. We'd rejected the notion that a single planetary catastrophe could wipe us out. The sun would never set on the faces of the human race. We

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Among the vineyard grew the fruits Of harvesters' occupation Below, the earth reclaimed the fruits Of glorious civilization

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Lilliputian Ambition

For long I'd long for bounding main; Of distant lands its rhythms sang. In motions surging, swirling, too I saw my valor gushing through. Though told by all I ought stay put, I'd shift from foot to antsy foot Until at last I could not stand To sit about with idling hands. And so as stowaway I hid Aboard a ship in gutsy bid To say, So long! to habits drab And try to play my own Ahab. Our hull was sound and strongly built, Our sail was full; it would not wilt-- Until, that is, an angry storm Did all around us swoop and swarm! By crack of lightning did our bow Into a rocky island plow! ...So crawling up its craggy coast, 'Twas only I not now a ghost. I took a look around and saw A sight that spat at natural law! For giants trod with booming gait-- Goliaths all; I would not wait To try my hand at playing Jack, Should any wish a Spriggins snack! What frightful land through which I ran, Its shoots of grass as tall as man. I had to bolt but had no boat Until, in shallow pond afloat: Salvation

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