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  moebiuspenguin

  1 февраля 2014

  But he knew what she saw, for he gazed through the colored glass, too. And there was Mars, with its cold sky warmed and its dead seas fired with color, with its hills like mounds of strawberry ice, and its sand like burning charcoals sifted by wind. The strawberry window, the strawberry window, breathed soft rose colors on the land and filled the mind and the eye with the light of a never-ending dawn.
  

  Never-ending magical aftertaste...!
  This books cloaks you in magnetic force of outer space, unknown unbelievable worlds, infinite imagination of author, making you feel the space with all the five sense bodies, feel like nothing is impossible, making your nerves burn of excitation, leaving you in trembling admiration and handful of star dust.

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