Life on Mars

Evidently it was morning. Soft and warm, Svetlana moved beneath the quilt, brain fog and dream memories clearing. Time to make the checks!
Pulsating hot and cold streams of water vitalized her, then, pulling on the cumbersome suit, out through the airlock into frozen red desert.
Passing through the modules she checked air pressure, water reserves, radiation levels. Suddenly aware that today was exactly one year since landing she felt the pain of crushing solitude. Her throat constricted, hot tears flooded her eyes.
Huge letters on the first dome, now covered with orange lichen, showed just M-.-S ..O-E.

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