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— 6:42 am Village Magdalene. 6°C. I wait for the charter. 6:45 am Village Magdalene. 6°C. The charter arrives. I look at the driver and ask, “ Where’s your Cosmo?” I hear someone say “ Cosmo is on vacation.” Then the flash in the sky. It couldn’t be the sun. It had already been born once. How would I be born again? Much less could it be the moon, which does not emit light, only reflects. It could…
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