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An Andy Weir short story
"He lay prone, his eyes fluttering open.
Near-darkness granted the sky a dark blue hue. Was it early morning? Late evening? He didn't know. Gentle winds rustled the tall grass surrounding him. Slowly sitting up, he took in his surroundings. There was nothing. Just tall grass all the way to the dark horizon."
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