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“Explosions and Collapses” by W.T. Paterson

It wasn’t until the third day that they began to appear; the women in the sky.  They would watch us as we, from the ground, struggled to stay alive.  Our ship had crashed on an uncharted and uninhabited planet, or so we thought.

These women were as large and elegant as the clouds, transparent and graceful.  We were not afraid, for they were not here to harm us.  As to who they were, some speculated they were angels while others imagined they were apparitions and hallucinations.  But if all of us saw them, how could they not be real?  Perhaps they were all that was left from a civilization that has long since vanished, or perhaps they were here to guide us into the places we have always feared to go.

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