Monike's Log

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Log 101 
1/1/424 x.c.
10 am - message "Captain… Captain Soli..."
…Anyone?
…Music to past the time that's a good idea. "half way there… take my hand we'll make it I swear"
…Hmm 'Living on a prayer' 
…Haha ain't that the truth. Interesting artist.

8:10 pm - entry
Captain Soli, 
It has been nearly a month since last contact. It's cold here on this planet. The locals are new to hospitality but I think I can help them. I've come to enjoy my solitude in this void of isolation and lost dreams. My mind often wonders to Proxima and the memories I shared with you. I still love you. And I wait for you to come. I wish I could see you. I long for your warm embrace. I am getting worried I'll never be found. I never felt fear before and now it guides my path. Without you I feel as though I have become one of the lost ones. Memory is one of the first things to go they say. And yet I vividly hold on to you. However, the short term and long term have merged together. I am holding on to you with all I have left.
…end of entry 8:40 pm

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