It was weird to be a ghost haunting oneself. She had just watched herself gestating inside an incubator, seen her infant breath steam up the glass and looked deep into her own newly opening eyes.
In the egg-box grey regolith of a miniature Sea of Tranquility, a lilliputian Buzz Aldrin rolled his camera excitedly as Neil Armstrong planted an unwavering Stars and Stripes firmly in the lunar sur
