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  • I have seen the sunset on many seas. My genome stores views of sunsets past. Grandma gazing at the horizon while steaming to New York and a new life. Dad palpitating at the immense fleet assembled on D-Day -1. Unknown explorers on unknown passages from centuries past.

    It's always the ancients that spring top of mind just as the sun slips below the horizon and day dissolves into twighlight. I imagine a European explorer sailing west on an uncharted Atlantic, clear on his destination yet unsure of his destiny.

    As night falls, I see a giant star speeding high. It is the International Space Station. They will see the sunset every 90 minutes. The same sun.

    GPS guides my course, my destination sharply defined by pixels. Yet still, my destiny unsure.
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