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A grain of sand on the beach, a puff of air in space. Carried on the waves, drifting further out. Reaching. Until the stars align in it's destination. It's in orbit of what it travels so far to reach. Carried by attraction, unknown that the smallest decimal- Rewrites the whole system in unforeseeable ways. Magic is real.
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
Unforeseen
A grain of sand on the beach, a puff of air in space. Carried on the waves, drifting further out. Reaching. Until the stars align in it's destination. It's in orbit of what it travels so far to reach. Carried by attraction, unknown that the smallest decimal- Rewrites the whole system in unforeseeable ways. Magic is real.
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
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