Upon my arrival in the islets of langerhans I waded out to an isolated rock, which I climbed, reaching the summit just before dusk. I sat and watched as the western sun chased a transparent icarus beneath the earth, leaving the distant hills to perform their morbid shadow play. They absorbed the horizon into their dark body with the slickness of a malevolent amoeba... Shortly thereafter my head slipped into a passing nebula...
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