I knew what I was seeking before I sought it. A compound; a component really. A rock more than a rock. A piece of heaven’s ore that plummeted to earth maybe a hundred thousand years ago, and holding within it, the bird and death of certain stars. Stars that were already the stuff of legends in the time of Pythagoras, and found in the lost works of G…
The Melting 43
Written in the dark
Feb 15, 2022
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