In geological, cosmic time, we are insignificant, motes of dust floating in a sunbeam. To ourselves, our families, friends, people who care, we are like the moon, impossible to miss in a clear sky.
Light the way.
In geological, cosmic time, we are insignificant, motes of dust floating in a sunbeam. To ourselves, our families, friends, people who care, we are like the moon, impossible to miss in a clear sky.
Light the way.
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