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This letter is to me. A thousand years from now

The view atop the pillars of creation,

is transcendental

The oceans of Europa, are deep and dark,

yet heavenly

The events, beyond the event horizon are unthinkable,

Impossible, ineffable

Places of true wonder we have been and seen,

But there's no place, there's no place like it.

It is the only place where it’s ok, to play in the rain

the place where babies cry, when you don't hold them

The place she will always be, waiting for you

The place where you are the center, of everything

The only place you are always welcome, to breathe freely

The place where grandmas exist.

This is the place I wish to be

As I sit atop the pillars of creation,

staring into the milky way.