“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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