So, like an Inca Warrior, I have fashioned myself a fishnet shuttle. I will don the fishnet face paint of my ancestors as I begin the opening ceremonial rights of net making.
As the Space Shuttle retires so begins a new dawn of threading space with the fishnet shuttle - a drop loop from ancient past to space-age present to ancient past - over, under, through and behind...
Tatanka, Tattooine!
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And husband, I will grow the corn and tomatoes.
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