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Sonmi and the Cloud are departing for a span that measures a certain amount of your Earth days, to visit friends who reside on one of Saturn’s rings. (She’s taking some soothing balm for them). There has been little time to view the blogs of the fine folks she follows on here of late, so she is beggin’ your pardon sir/ma’am/arachnoids/Venezuelan Poodle Moths.

I shall leave you with the following, every word of which must be read to appreciate the gravity of the piece.

I doubt we’ll ever see a man of his ilk again.

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Moving stuff.

*waves to one and all and sets off on the Cloud – wearing a rubber ring with a giraffe’s head and neck around her waist, snorkeling flippers on each foot, and a top hat with Kiss me quick – Get punched slowly emblazoned upon it. 

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