"…And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
— Pablo Neruda, Poetry  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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