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His hands brushed across the open air. He sighed, letting his lungs fill with the night. "The earth will be my canvas, so long as the sky is eternal." And so he fell into the darkness, Until he became a cluster of stars. The masterpiece he sought.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
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His hands brushed across the open air. He sighed, letting his lungs fill with the night. "The earth will be my canvas, so long as the sky is eternal." And so he fell into the darkness, Until he became a cluster of stars. The masterpiece he sought.
detached-dreamer
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
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