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how strange, how unfathomably empty and grand is life. death. people are not small, they are terrifically gigantic, brilliant--- and when they die they create black holes,                                                like stars
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
forget candlelight, it's a ******* chandelier
how strange, how unfathomably empty and grand is life. death. people are not small, they are terrifically gigantic, brilliant--- and when they die they create black holes,                                                like stars
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
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