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La Bella Luna, the grand orb of the night sky. Tonight she hath made a truth known to me, we are small and insignificant. We are a tiny remote cluster of rock and gas, speeding around a small ball of burning gas. We are a swirling galaxy, smaller than the tiniest nub off a giant cloud of gas, enormous on an intergalatic scale. Hope in this can be found, surprising as it may be. For all the planets orbiting all the stars, life must exist somewhere. If it does, one can only hope that they also look to the stars and wonder if they could possibly be alone. And maybe that they are already searching and maybe looking upon our galaxy and wondering "Is this the one? Have we finally found another race of sentient beings?" Well for truly and for sure we can only hope, for if we are the only ones of this existence, we are truely and most assuredly alone.
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