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“Sometimes I dream of all the blue and green and gold we left behind. We brought some of the blue and the green with us, and our new gardens are lush, our artificial atmosphere is clean and the ecosystem is balanced. But the gold we left back home. The moon is silver and cold. We live here, safely protected by transparent domes, but it’s not the protection we seek. We hope that angels can cover us with their shiny soft wings, and pray for the home we left far away.”