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the life-giving sphere,
and in the more desperate climates, the life-threatening infernal orb, though overly responsible, in an untimely way, this extinction-promising, global-warming ball of fiery explosion orange, red-orage, red-hot flaming planet formerly revered and otherwise referred to as the sun, ancient Sol, glorious center of the nebulous universe, troubled Helios, blackholed and starlit, nonetheless glittering serenely on the sky-scraper filled horizon, reflecting shimmering images in the paned buildings -- this sun slowly arose, came up from the murky, shadowy depths of the darkest of nights, into a yellow-bright new inspirational period of twenty-four emotionally packed, activity laden hours we intelligent and sensitive, though sometimes brutish and selfish, human beings commonly call a day the sun slowly rose 13-18 april, 2006
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