The lumpy world ebbs and flows with gravitational flows. From this telescoping precipice with oscillating scopes the smoldering iron of shiting sands melts away our feet. Alone, we are incomplete, a single sand in a desert of dunes.
Our heads are in the stars, dust of which settles heavy in the moors of astronomical speculation. We are but one nation on our shared rock, with much consternation we ply constellations, cut statues of bone. But gravity's what keeps us together!
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