Do you recall, we learned in high school geometry class, that two circles might intersect in two imaginary points, a single degenerate point, or two distinct points?
And so I dreamed of a circle of life, unique from the other circles I had enclosed - concentric circles – ripples from a pebble thrown into a pool of water. I was a rock planet orbiting a star, constrained by its gravity, warmed by its light; yet fully and fatally detached; the distances between two bodies too vast to foster any merger.
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