The Earth was always in the dark sky, hanging there like a splendid glowing blue and white ornament, ever changing yet always present.

Over the western horizon hung the Earth at last quarter, a green-blue giant moon.

Earth hung over 200,000 kilometers below us, but Joe wasn't bothered by that.

Earth hung high and horned above the south.

The stars disappeared by the hundreds, until only Venus and the Earth hung in the east, over a growing intensity of light.

Earth hung over the distant roof of Luna City, in half phase.

The Earth hung there, a dark swollen disk filling the sky.

The Earth hung level with it, a great disk spreading half across the firmament.

Earth had been hanging there, just above the horizon, as it was hanging now.

Earth hung low, daylit part marbled white and blue, unutterably lovely.