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35°05'24.6"N 106°36'09.0"W

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You are in a long, green park. Turn north, and walk its perimeter, counter-clockwise.

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A stone falls from the sky into my hand.
It says to me, “I’m here to say goodbye.”
The fence around the yard obscures my cry.
A crow flies up into the cloudless sky.

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(The sky was the color of the blue house on the corner, to your right.)

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“To say goodbye to what,” I ask the stone.

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I walk a long rectangle through the grass,
The trees above have just begun to green.
The atmosphere’s a hazy rainbow sheen.
A million motes of dust float in between.

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(They spin like the pinwheels, to your right.)

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“To say goodbye to little earth below.
“To find me, stand below the red halo.
“To see me, speak into the red halo.”

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The yard is closing in on me tonight.
The fence is stretching up toward the moon.
And everything is blue like dusk in June
Somewhat cosmic, like a mylar star balloon.

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(The stars look like the sunflowers ahead, painted on the side of a house.)

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I close my hand around the little stone.
“To say goodbye to little earth below.
“To find me, stand below the red halo.
“To see me, speak into the red halo”

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(On the right, there’s a heart cut out of a red gate. Love is unique to this planet. The atmosphere that protects it is very thin. It’s very thin, indeed.)

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35°05'09.5"N 106°38'56.8"W

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You’re standing in an empty plaza. Before you is a strange glass structure jutting out of the ground. Go inside of it, and descend the stairs.

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My time in space was such a lonely, dark endeavor;
To see and hear and feel the many violent ways
A planet lives and dies and then is lost forever.

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(Do you hear the water? Go toward it.)

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Collide with a meteor. It’s rarely very clever.
Watch your final sunset through city heat and haze.
My time in space was such a lonely, dark endeavor.

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(Stand in front of the fountain. Let the water calm you. Notice how bright the colors of the plants are. Are you alone? Look up, through the glass pyramid above you, at the sky.)

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Wish upon a falling star! It’s down to now or never.
A long string of little disasters number your planet’s days.
Little moments slip away and then are lost forever.

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(Circle to the left. Then, turn left, down the hall.)

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Time is a wound; dead space in which to sever
Any memory of home, a waning moon phase.
My time in space was such a lonely, dark endeavor.

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(Do you see the red halo? Stand beneath it.)

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And then I fell into your hand, and whenever
I see sky and clouds and love in your human gaze
I think, this will all be stones like me, and lost forever.

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I am a little ghost. There is a way to see me, however:
Stand beneath the red halo; Whisper a meaningful phrase.
My time in space was lonely, the darkest endeavor,
And all these things fall far away and then are lost forever.

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(The stairs in front of you will take you back to the surface. Ascend, and then keep ascending, up into the air, until you’re high above the ground, where the atmosphere is thin, and cold. Look down at the Earth, the planet that holds you, the only planet you'll ever have, and say goodbye.)