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You have to see Titan (though there are no sirens) from where I am standing. (Vonnegut lied.) When stars up here burst, they don't just combust, the shrapnel gets tangled in your hair. If you stretch down your feet it's a pine's top you'll hit. All the trees are so tall, and ever so green. I like the view from up here, where everything's clear. Where the days are so long and nights are so warm. Should you wish to visit, forget about physics, hop on a bumble bee, and fly over to me.
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
The view from up here
You have to see Titan (though there are no sirens) from where I am standing. (Vonnegut lied.) When stars up here burst, they don't just combust, the shrapnel gets tangled in your hair. If you stretch down your feet it's a pine's top you'll hit. All the trees are so tall, and ever so green. I like the view from up here, where everything's clear. Where the days are so long and nights are so warm. Should you wish to visit, forget about physics, hop on a bumble bee, and fly over to me.
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
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