I long for stars and constellations! Far universes hang like shining air kites and even their bright collections. Such love seems rare, divine, and charming. Only professionals can fly up above our general, slow being. Their flight is unforeseen and plucky. High units can be more than billion. My science, lucky my profession! One cannot imitate and copy. Throes of creation aren't privation. My hope is my poetic hobby... | 
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