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| jo'b |
Looking up through a beech tree
at the edge of a field
solitude enough
to consider infinity
and not find it ridiculous,
I mean all of it, everything,
infinitely small, infinitely big,
endless in all directions,
except for you and me,
baby.
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| Galaxy Messier 51, the Whirlpool, 31 million lightyears away. Stars are formed in its arms. As seen by the Hubble Telescope. (NASA) |
