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May 27, 2005

Michele: Where The Wild Things Were

He eyed the lush greenery, the swift, clear streams and the trees ripe with colorful fruits. The sky was a virginal blue, uncontaminated by anything toxic. He could hear life all around him; the calls of animals and birds and insects, as familiar as if they were the species of Earth.

It was all so breathtaking, to see nature untouched by human hands, to see this beauty as if it had been created anew just this day. Pure. Clean. Unadulterated.

He pictured this pristine place inhabited by humans and radioed his superiors: “Looks like this one’s uninhabitable. Let’s move on.”

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