Skipping over waves of space, racing past the memories of stars, an alien scientist burns her interstellar engines then makes a sling shot passed Mars. Steering toward paradise splashed valleys of emerald against rippling of shimmers of blue; she brings her intergalactic spacecraft to rest and lets her engines cool. The space ship in the yard keeps a spy armed only with a camera and intent like a dart. A chameleon observer blending in with the scene like art, she’s an alien anthropologist studying the Suburban heart.
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