We walk, and as we walk we scratch ourselves. The day opens in milky whiteness, streaks of salmon - pink sky, snails leaving their shells.

天亮了，天边出现了一片奶白色的晨喷，一朵朵橙红色的彩云飘过天空，恰似蜗牛出壳。

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When the scientific community has regrouped, new maps of the sky will be redrawn, with only an occasional scratch of the head as to why the skies, too, have changed.

当科学界进行了重组后，新的天空图会被画出来，他们只会偶尔抓抓头，想想为什么天空已经发生变化了。

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