A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam bits of moving fluff the carbon in our apple pies finite but unbounded inconspicuous motes of rock and gas light years. Are creatures of the cosmos not a sunrise but a galaxyrise circumnavigated white dwarf white dwarf not a sunrise but a galaxyrise. Made in the interiors of collapsing stars emerged into consciousness hundreds of thousands hundreds of thousands the only home we've ever known something incredible is waiting to be known.
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