Dwellers of Valley N light up the edge of Mount M every early evening so that ground doesn't mingle with the sky when the sun has set. And so divorced Gaia and Cronus. To reach another space with so many things the same as where you're standing yet so different you must past the glittering. But if you dare go back a few hours ago when the sun still burns bright and pours vermillion into mid-air the golden edge was still high on the clouds.
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