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Created on: August 03, 2010
Universal
Someone told me once,
if a grain of sand
represented one star,
all the stars in our galaxy
would make a pile
miles-high.
I'm not sure how many miles they said.
Seven, three-hundred, twenty-two million.
It doesn't make any difference.
I will never understand
the vastness
of the universe.
I have no sense of space.
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