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It already started on Oberon.
  We were building a base there:
          melting ice and searching for the subsurface ocean.
       After about a week:
   I started to feel like I was on a school ski trip -
         frozen noses in the clubhouse:
             loud laughter and romantic bruises -
                                  I tossed my hair and left.
  Then: 
    on the way home:
when the life support failed
     and the entire ship was enveloped in thick fog:
          we were all in it for three years like at an evening disco.