An aging spaceman confronts mortality while reflecting on a lifetime of space exploration and discovery.
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An aging spaceman confronts mortality while reflecting on a lifetime of space exploration and discovery.
Her silence was long, and he rolled his head toward her again. Her lips tight, she stared down at the palm of his hand, unfolded his bony fingers, felt the cracked calluses that still welted the shrunken skin, calluses worn there by the linings of space gauntlets and the handles of fuel valves, and the rungs of get-about ladders during free fall. "I don't know if I should tell you," she said. "Tell me what, Martha?" She looked up slowly, scrutinizing his face. "Ken's changed his mind, Nora says....
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No romantic or sexual content depicted
No violence or gore depicted
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Priest and last rites urged at deathbed; faith and mortality themes
No magic or witchcraft present
No occult or demonology content present
Brief working-class poverty and spaceman-pension background
No self-harm or suicide content
Physical decline and suffering of a character dying from illness
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