“Auntie Mona! Auntie Mona! What is that?” The child’s voice quavered with near reverent awe as she pressed her face against the glass of the empty observation deck, peering outside at the increasingly distant glowing sphere. “That’s where you were born, Clarrie,” Mona Fitzgerald said. “It’s where we live…well, used to live now, I guess.” […]

via Exodus — Joshua Stoll