Hugh Clay Johnson
"...at night, the little Arkansas community of Harmony is transformed into a spaceship. No, folks don't waddle about in clunky spacesuits and bubble-glass helmets or drift about tethered to a big silver ring or anything. They lay back on the warm, moist grass out in the front yard and watch the sky dip and bow right down to the horizon bloated heavy with stars and such. ..."
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