It makes Tally feel lonely, briefly, to be cut off from even the normal passing of the seasons back home. She's been keeping loose track of the days, especially since she's started handwriting practice, but she has a sudden vision of losing track entirely, and not knowing what the real world is like any more.
"I guess we must be further from the sun here," she muses. "Or the tilt of this planet is different."
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"I guess we must be further from the sun here," she muses. "Or the tilt of this planet is different."