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Jane grabbed her hands together, watching my business trip souvenir.
"Dad, what it is? It's so cute!"
"The horses, living on our home planet. If it is true, they run below the sky, breathing the oxygen."
Or metan? I thought, it doesn't matter.
"I want to look in person."
Jane watched the dance of the horses. I smiled.
"When we've pushed fishes back to the sea. They breathe milleniums there, but the air is ours."
Jane faced me with a sad look and watched my arm, the mech arm.