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This is the shape I was given: a violent explosion of brilliance, massive, flaring—a mouth so big that it could swallow a honeycrisp spreading the red skin like peanut butter. 100,000 years it takes to become and I will be dead. star— the harp of the wind.
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
Stellar Wind
This is the shape I was given: a violent explosion of brilliance, massive, flaring—a mouth so big that it could swallow a honeycrisp spreading the red skin like peanut butter. 100,000 years it takes to become and I will be dead. star— the harp of the wind.
KingPanda
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
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