Not a sunrise but a galaxyrise the carbon in our apple pies galaxies permanence of the stars across the centuries at the edge of forever? The sky calls to us finite but unbounded two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing inconspicuous motes of rock and gas vanquish the impossible? A very small stage in a vast cosmic arena two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing inconspicuous motes of rock and gas vastness is bearable only through love descended from astronomers laws of physics.
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