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Earth and Relationships.What a luck.
That we live.
Quite crazy sentence, but we're really lucky that we can live on an planet like this.
With 149 million kilometres distance to the sun, and a normal room temperatur of 20°C. If we were on the mars - Too cold. On the Venus - MUCH too hot (400°C).
So we are in the middle. We are in an "liveable Zone".
But not just the "Zone" has to be right, also the sun is important.
If the sun would be a little bit too hot - no life. Little bit weaker - no life.
And there aren't many Stars who have the same form and Strength like the sun.
And not every sun has a planetary system.
In every Galaxy, there are about 1000000000000 stars.
So you can calculate and see, that it's quite possible that there is an other life form.
And it's not unrealistic that they look like us.
They have the same physical rules, rules like gravity.
But it's gonna take a very long time to build and invent a technology for travelling fast between stars or galaxies.
Our milkyway has a diameter of
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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