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Everyday the sun sets, and this is what it sees... the blurred and now burning horizon getting closer, every living thing that had the misfortune to live near the setting site now on its feet and running as fast as it can towards someplace cooler. And since the sun has defective eyes, which allow it to see things clearly when far away, but only in a blur when close up, the approaching flat land of its nightly landscape-bed has a bedspread pattern that isn't that clear. |