A bubble in the firmament

 A bubble in the firmament within an unimaginable number of bubbles


As our iron rock and rubble pile spins around a light that lifts the spirits with wonders and friends.
That is in the middle of a galaxy which in english is called the milky way.
I write and ponder the world and the universe and our place in it

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