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Mark Tietjens had lain considering the satisfaction of a great night he had lately passed. Or perhaps not lately: at some time.
Lying out there in the black nights, the sky seemed enormous. You could understand how somewhere heaven could be concealed in it. And tranquil at times. Then you felt the earth wheeling through infinity.