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Challenger "Three. Two. One. We have liftoff." I heard the words As I prepared a meal. Reassured, I watched The then nearly routine Events unfold in color. As Challenger began its Celestial trek, my heart Felt joy. My eager eyes Followed her graceful arc Skyward as I stood, Unblinking, spatula frozen In time, waiting. My heart Pounded with pride at the Sight of it. Suddenly, sixty Seconds into flight, the strong And steady stream of smoke was Rent into erratic corkscrews, unfocused, And willy-nilly. I felt cold, bony fingers grip My heart, my soul. No word spoke the unspeakable. An eerie lapse. My eyes, unsure of what they were Seeing. But, in my Heart, I knew. I knew.
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