The Burning Furnace

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If space wasn’t (mainly) a vacuum, the deep furnace of the sun would cackle as loud as the revving motorcycle in your neighbor’s garage, all four hundred times further away than the moon.

If the untorn fabric of spacetime were a speaker box, lunar jazz might tidally-locked rotations ring, beset underneath the ancient photons of Capricorn.

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