As in, our world is a vivarium circling around a star.
My parents grew up on rural farms. One day as a kid I was having a grand old time on a hulking fertilizer cart in a granddad’s barnyard. Mom came out of the house and was – to say the least – distressed. It turned out the cart’s technical name was “manure spreader”. Mom had …
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My folks relocated a few weeks before I entered high school. The house we moved into was an inglorious shade of brown mustard that Mom described as pumpkin-colored. She tolerated it until the day when Dad – with farm-bred slyness – called it “cat-manure yellow”. After that she’d settle for nothing but gleaming white, so …
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