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"It floods the imagination, leaving you to wander a city on the edge of collapse, its streets filled with mercenaries and rituals, its skies heavy with the smoke of sacrifice."

"Poems

Poems are born when life is dead,
Or else so much alive
No ribs can give it residence,
No heart can give it hive.

There is no soul of transient thew,
No mind of common grey
That can subsist on such an air--
But poems come that way."

--Lindley Williams Hubbell, Dark Pavilion (1927)

Europa Clipper has begun a 2.9 billion kilometre voyage.

--What a wonderful story. I remember when Voyager 1 reached Jupiter. My parents drove me down to Houston where i bought a set of slides. I had a projector from Edmund Scientific & i tied a small fan on top with string. When i think about Jupiter, i can hear that fan & smell the hot air it gave off.

Slats and Slits of Light.