Yesterday I was playing frisbee golf on campus. After playing the course, we were shooting a couple of holes just for fun. While walking up to my second drive, I saw a squirrel frolicking in the grass beside my disc, which had landed next to a small tree in the center of the [...]
Coming in over the white cotton-stuff cumulus banks, a break in the clouds reveals the striking red curves and peaks of the Golden Gate Bridge. The sun glows redly above the clouds, but beneath us San Francisco lies bathed in grey. In my mind’s eye, I can see the Klingon Bird of Prey [...]
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The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell
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