Travel
Wow...
All that color? in all of that black?
That black that goes on forever.
A place called space for its vast amount of just that, space.
A place that holds, no, cradels our little ball of color.
Thats where i am, but that is also where I need to explore.
Out of all that space, that vast endless amount...
I ended up on this ball of color that I barely know anything about.
I plan to find out more about our little ball of color, by the simple term of travel.
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