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Lost Lakes of Titan

 
Methane gasses cycle and flow, 
in an atmospheric soup of orange haze;

Toxic fumes surround….Saturn’s child;

Revolving, evolving, renewing, enveloped and released.

Good night Janus and Rhea,

Good night. 

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