A rambling train of thoughts about the universe and our micro solar system consisting of our dear Sun and other planets in a magnetic dance while we hurtle through space on the face of a rock and stare at flat screens where we attempt to connect while we detach.
A Distant Memory Now,
The Pods came,
Then went,
Then
Arrived Again
Then left again.
An Orange Train Of Stuff,
Great people helping all around.
We are Home.
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