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All that glitters is not gold.
A quote, many times, wrongfully told. It is never less right, never less true. Seven brave people will bring this anew. A shuttle on a mission. Astronauts, in their positions. To Earth, a re-entry. The result; a tragedy. As the golden flames fell through the sky, Many people were left wondering, why? Why did seven beautiful lives have to be lost? Why did this happen, especially at this cost? Remembering the brilliance of the flame. The astronauts souls, they shined the same. As the shuttle exploded, and scattered its parts. So did the astronauts, spreading their dust in America's hearts. Thus, all that glitters is indeed gold. Look up to the night skies, where this tale can be told. For stars shine brighter and bolder for this group of seven, Who are now a permanent part of a different space, one we call heaven.
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