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I once believed the world was round.

I once believed the world was round. Now, I see the world is bending, perfectly aligned so you may not see everything at once, a sort of triangular spiral; though, I might not be entirely sure of the positioning– are we near the opening end, the closing end, or between both, or is there no real end, but, instead, a straight-lengthed maze, hedged about with fine-clipped shapes, but, somewhere, the clippings– the excesses– have to be accounted for.. Nothing is so much a question as an answered statement, waiting to be neatly placed within the realm of comprehension’s ? ! structure.

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