Hab Module B, with an old seed tin on my lap and a photo of family on the wall. Mars is doing its thing. Elise sent a message from home—I left it unopened a moment to let the quiet settle. June said the peppers are struggling, “badly in a determined sort of way,” which feels about right. I told them I miss the smell of wet soil after rain. Not the memory. The scent itself.

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