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Evelyn


She goes by the name Evelyn 

 

Not much is remembered about her

She calls from a telephone box

I answered from a Samsung

Above her head was a vast galaxy

Spacious and filled with stars and nebulas

As far as the eye could see

Oblivious to danger,

Her galaxy has yet to experience a black hole

With no way of communication,

This would strike fear into most people

But not Evelyn

 

Not much is remembered about her

 

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