so they say, there are rivers in space molecules that flow in a density destiny dancing dervish whirling like a failing ice cube in hot soup, so the universe flows, and what should we call it? we named our galaxy pretentious what should we name our universe? time has its own flow and you know just how slow time can go.Birth sign: Cancer
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