| With the early clear morning sun...fast upon it...the shadow gripped the lichen crusted rock...could only slide accross its suface...but not leave it...the cosmic comic weighted by gravity... | |
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| With the early clear morning sun...fast upon it...the shadow gripped the lichen crusted rock...could only slide accross its suface...but not leave it...the cosmic comic weighted by gravity... | |
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