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When I look up at the sky I see an immense something, made up of masses little things that’s too big to fit in a frame. I look into a throbbing bead of white and focus hard I cant understand how such a small nothing can make up (and be made up) so many massive somethings.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Tell me, how do you shoot the stars?
When I look up at the sky I see an immense something, made up of masses little things that’s too big to fit in a frame. I look into a throbbing bead of white and focus hard I cant understand how such a small nothing can make up (and be made up) so many massive somethings.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
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