This is a paragraph of the first draft of my NanoWriMo book. The book is incomplete and in rough shape. With the impending new year, I thought I'd brush it off and give it a new coat of paint.
The moon rises over Accra and chars everything uncovered into cinders. A warning was sent at the beginning of the season announcing the oncoming lunar periapsis, when the moon approaches the earth at the closest distance in its elliptical orbit. In the old times, it would be just another day, perhaps the superstitious would crow about the healing powers of a closing moon. Today, the moon is the site of the largest nuclear reactor humans have ever made, continuously erupting with the energy of a billion billion tons of TNT. The resulting firestorm now powers everything on our little blue planet. The heat keeps the trees breathing, our oceans warm, maintains the thin boundary conditions that sustain life in this vast cold universe. The sun is now but a spec in our largest telescopes. We can't ever hope of returning home - but we are all on our home away from home - on planet Earth.
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