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At sunset on the day of the vernal equinox,
naked-eye stars were drowning and descending from sky to seashore. A local made a homeric wheelbarrow good enough to load Apollo, Castor and Pollux, the seven daughters of Atlas, and Sirius in order to translate them into hexameters – a heroic task he probably performed in a barn, in Logos, at night. We don't know whether he had fun casting the elements in rhythmic forms without a compass, and always keeping an eye on symmetry in the sky, but the bard sealed his divine fixation, with a sore eyesight, possibly from the bright vault of Uranus, and wandered for the rest of his life reciting the tale of a ten-year strife, and the tale of a role-model wife. Many believed it to be a hoax, when, in fact, that was the new harbinger of sunrise at vernal equinox.
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