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FROM this creek, where the once profuse flow of water dry up every passing minute, the fish, that once swam, gleefully down stream unsuspectingly, slowly die frenetically beating their tail on naked sand bed TO the acme of the galaxy that invites with the signals of changing patterns of light, there is much distance if you measure the intergalactic space but it's only an arm's length if you travel by other means.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Transcendence beacons