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Start: People who are lonely, people left alone, sit talking nonsense to the air, imagining� beautiful systems dying, old fixed orders spiraling apart� When you look at the ozone layer, from outside, from a spaceship, it looks like a pale blue halo, a gentle, shimmering aureole encircling the atmosphere encircling the earth.

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End: I’d like to go traveling. Leave you behind to worry. I’ll send postcards with strange stamps and tantalizing messages on the back. “Later maybe.� “Nevermore…�

For full text, see:

Kushner, Tony. Angels in America Theatre Communications Group, Inc., 1995, p.22-23