“I’m just looking at the Moon, ” she said listlessly. “It’s green. Green as a beer bottle, green as emeralds, green as leaves with sunshine striking through them and green grass to lie on. ” She couldn’t help saying those last words. They were her token to the face, even though it couldn’t hear.

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