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The Earth was a sight to see.
The clouds swirling on the surface, move and dragged across the surface by gentle winds they could not see. The oceans were a true blue, even from all these miles and miles away. In his mind, he could hear the lapping of waters on the shores, and the seagulls that would fly over head.
Continents, countries, colonies- all loomed beneath him, open and exposed for his eyes. It seemed so odd to think that there was something down there, that millions of people with millions of stories walked those green hills. For buildings and monuments that calmed to be so tall, Alfred couldn't see a single one. Just blue, green, and whips of white.
The intercom in his helmet crackled to life, "You almost done out there, Jones, over."
Alfred looked back towards the shuttle, seeing his coworker gesturing for him to hurry up from the inside. He glanced back over to the side of the ship, pulling himself closer and grabbing the belt that floated at his waist. After fixing the loose screw, he found his eyes trailing back to the planet before. Another crackle,
"We should be passing over Russia right now, over."
The young astronaut felt a fond smile tugging at his lips, and as he was about to reply, a new voice cut him off.
"Ain't that where you're from, Jones?"
No, not originally - he wanted to say. He'd been born and raised in the town of Coleman, Alabama. It wasn't until he'd graduated from collage that he moved from his beloved states, and right into the center of St. Petersburg.
Through his suit, he rubbed his ring finger, feeling the warm metal of his wedding ring against his skin as he replied,
"Yeah, that's home."
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