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A Thousand Times Or So

Only a thousand years ago there was a thousand years to go. Tomorrow is an unreliable date, a note pinned to a dead body. If the less prejudiced mass of humanity turns to starry-eyed true-believers then unicorns may outnumber regular horse, penguins learn to fly and pigs fall from the sky. The impossibly possible made manifest. Nobody can say for certain. Reality may at last stop quick-changing in a dark closet at the end of the universe. Maybe an alien traveling circus will arrive and we will finally figure out we were them - clowns all along.

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