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The Captain stood in her readyroom; threadbare carpet, couch soiled and worn. The long sought blue marble hung in the viewport. But was it home anymore? So long, she had struggled bringing this tired old ship back; now she wasn’t sure they belonged.
“Grandma?” Kathryn smiled at the young cadet with jet-black hair and fiery blue eyes. “Grandpa says it's time.”
Entering the bridge, she saw her crew, young and old, a long journey, a good life. She stepped up to the command level to take his hand. His soft brown eyes said everything. They had always been home together.
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