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“…can’t be just me. Anyone? Tom? Les?”
But Hollister looked.
The planet hung there—a blue and green kaleidoscope turned slow. Clouds spiraled into ivory roses. Oceans glittered like fractured sapphire. Continents drifted beneath veils of gauze. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it was the most terrible, because he would never touch it again.
“…can’t be just me. Anyone? Tom? Les?”
But Hollister looked.
The planet hung there—a blue and green kaleidoscope turned slow. Clouds spiraled into ivory roses. Oceans glittered like fractured sapphire. Continents drifted beneath veils of gauze. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it was the most terrible, because he would never touch it again. kaleidoscope ray bradbury