Quiet, isn't it?
A stickward-bound body; a frantically peaceful return to the darkest of black nightspace; time to gather energies for the light-polluted lunge of the future, like winding a spring.
There's too much history here.
Growth. Change. Other pleasant-sounding abstract notions.
Yes.
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