• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Atacama

You need the cold.

You need the
solitude.

Here
we have
plenty of both.

Strange then
that what we’re doing
is sifting though
a night sky
filled to
overflowing
with heat,

a billion billion
incandescent stars,

searching for
a sign
a hint
a clue

to prove we’re
not alone

in the cold desert.

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