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Our lives unfold atop these sloping curves the very surface of this great rock into which we have so unthinkingly carved Out a living. Civilization’s mark, the roads, the buildings, the mines, you should stand atop a mountain on a cool night, gaze off at an urban skyline in the distance. I am a lonely blister On this one great stone.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
Atop the Earth's Crust
Our lives unfold atop these sloping curves the very surface of this great rock into which we have so unthinkingly carved Out a living. Civilization’s mark, the roads, the buildings, the mines, you should stand atop a mountain on a cool night, gaze off at an urban skyline in the distance. I am a lonely blister On this one great stone.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
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