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The circular Earth always exposes it's eternal belly, thrust out towards the sun, and on her belly a field of green grass. The first day of sun in late Winter, the grass is like fresh paint on canvas - an unbelievable shade, exuberant and crisp. Though chilly, the sun warms, and saps away dew from the fields, and people mill about with smiles on their faces for all these reasons beyond control. We are suddenly on the cusp of change, and we know that it is happening.