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[navitas]

how far we've come, my god, you and i skipping and tripping through existence. you and i and six billion other versions of me crawling across the earth's crust like mould over orange skin. how much we know; how little we know. we can launch a jet of metal and flesh into the clouds and make it fly as a giant bird of gleaming white, as we rest inside

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[navitas]

Yes, and thank you :)