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Life On Mars

Six tiny feet softly padded through dark passage, inherent sensory abilities guide the way. Sight, smell, taste gleaned in clearest detail. The ancient surface society, once quite different, shed optic devices in the imposed subterranean life. One little Martian was on a walk, a favored pastime of his kind. Mars now a labyrinth of tunnels and caverns, built by the Early Ones after the Great Storm. Once a lush world of fauna and waterways, the Great Storm pummeled and scorched the planet. In retreat to the safety of underground havens, society adapted through vast ages and thrived. Mars now airless, cold, devoid of water, held great resources deep under the surface. Huge reservoirs of mineral rich water, flora in abundance produced sweet oxygen. Free of ancient distractions, wealth, property, war, Martian interest lay in art, music, and social bonding. Life in a secure world devoid of harmful influence, allowed and encouraged travel and interaction. New born Martians developed quickly to self sustain, family units would then disband to travel, once again. Exploring the galleries of Mars, creating new unions, a population, one family, strong and unified in purpose. Martian life was rich in song, art, and oral lore, experience passed from citizen to citizen freely. Each new enclave offered welcome and opportunity, a place of safety, home, open to all. The spirit of life thrived and brought contentment, in social unity all prospered of body and soul. Six tiny feet softly padded through dark passage, excited, filled with hope for what was in wait. Robert Gene Stoner Jr 5/11/16 ©

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