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    The Statue
    The Statue
    The Statue
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    The Statue

    By Bob Martin and Mari Wolf

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      The Statue - Bob Martin

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Statue, by Mari Wolf

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

      almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or

      re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included

      with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: The Statue

      Author: Mari Wolf

      Illustrator: Bob Martin

      Release Date: May 20, 2010 [EBook #32448]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STATUE ***

      Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Greg Weeks, and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net

      Transcriber's Note:

      This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction January 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.

      I put my arms around her shoulders but there was no way I could comfort her.

      The STATUE

      By Mari Wolf

      Illustrated by BOB MARTIN

      There is a time for doing and a time for going home. But where is home in an ever-changing universe?

      ewis, Martha said. I want to go home."

      She didn't look at me. I followed her gaze to Earth, rising in the east.

      It came up over the desert horizon, a clear, bright star at this distance. Right now it was the Morning Star. It wasn't long before dawn.

      I looked back at Martha sitting quietly beside me with her shawl drawn tightly about her knees. She had waited to see it also, of course. It had become almost a ritual with us these last few years, staying up night after night to watch the earthrise.

      She didn't say anything more. Even the gentle squeak of her rocking chair had fallen silent. Only her hands moved. I could see them trembling where they lay folded in her lap, trembling with emotion and tiredness and old age. I knew what she was thinking. After seventy years there can be no secrets.

      We sat on the glassed-in veranda of our Martian home looking up at the Morning Star. To us it wasn't a point of light. It was the continents and oceans of Earth, the mountains and meadows and laughing streams of our childhood. We saw Earth still, though we had lived on Mars for almost sixty-six years.

      Lewis, Martha whispered softly. It's very bright tonight, isn't it?

      Yes, I said.

      It seems so near.

      She sighed and drew the shawl higher about her waist.

      Only three months by rocket ship, she said. We could be back home in three months, Lewis, if we went out on this week's run.

      I nodded. For years we'd watched the rocket ships streak upward through the thin Martian atmosphere,

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