[There is a distant awe in her voice and she gazes up automatically, despite that it is broad daylight.]
What wonderful stories your people must have to tell. It is a dream of Terrans to some day break beyond the Starpod and pierce through to the worlds beyond. 'For the stars lean down from open space, and the moon runs up the river. What am I but a sand-snipe in this wide universe?'
Perhaps we all long for what we do not have. Your 'Earth' must be a fine place to live if it compares to the countless stars.
[She shakes her head wistfully.]
It is difficult to survive in my land. The yearnings of the people are for a world free from Catastrophe, free from that which burdens us. It is a fancy, of course. A folly. Yet is a life spent chasing a dream in a distant sky any less fulfilling than with head bent, feet plodding along the earth?
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[There is a distant awe in her voice and she gazes up automatically, despite that it is broad daylight.]
What wonderful stories your people must have to tell. It is a dream of Terrans to some day break beyond the Starpod and pierce through to the worlds beyond. 'For the stars lean down from open space, and the moon runs up the river. What am I but a sand-snipe in this wide universe?'
Perhaps we all long for what we do not have. Your 'Earth' must be a fine place to live if it compares to the countless stars.
[She shakes her head wistfully.]
It is difficult to survive in my land. The yearnings of the people are for a world free from Catastrophe, free from that which burdens us. It is a fancy, of course. A folly. Yet is a life spent chasing a dream in a distant sky any less fulfilling than with head bent, feet plodding along the earth?