“Did you say the stars were worlds, Tess?"
"Yes."
"All like ours?"
"I don't know, but I think so. They sometimes seem to be like the apples on our stubbard-tree. Most of them splendid and sound - a few blighted."
"Which do we live on - a splendid one or a blighted one?"
"A blighted one.”


I'm having a hard time seeing the good in people. I desperately want to believe that it's there, but fighting the urge to be a huge asshole is not always something I'm up for.