…as free a spirit as any other.

“An interloper, raucous passerby, traveling through the white space of the world will often leave behind a trace of color in its wake. But colors fade, white remains, and space is common company to a disconnected, passing star.”

A swathe through white space, from -scapes by Kevin Halfhill

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