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Galileo's Daughter God is transcending Heaven again like a small, female astronaut. I can hear her saying something like my name from behind a foreign moon. Perhaps she is a star, telling in code about how the sky will be on fire tonight. The warnings do not matter. We are still alone is this world. No matter how long I reach for her, gravity will continue to yawn. |
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