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A Breath Into Silence

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She likes sugar, notebooks, and existence. A dreamer, scientist, and musician. In love with the night sky. Incurably shy. Always willing to listen.

It's nice to meet you!

Message to Readers

Here is the (probably not long awaited) fourth part of the series! I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll publish Pluto's translation until the very end of the series.....

We whisper tales of Neptune's exploits ----- sometimes the stories we tell sound better than the truth

April 17, 2019

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The following piece of paper was found in a rain puddle. When dried out, only the following words could be made out.

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He had gone//////////////////////// to the trouble of///////////////////////////////////////
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////looking//////////
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//////for////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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//////////////////////////////////////////Neptune////////////////////////////////////////////
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///////////////////////////and I guess/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////that//////////////////////
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//////////////////////////convinced people/////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Unknown to its owner, this paper had fallen from his backpack on his way home. While you, the readers, cannot decipher it entirely..... this narrator can (perks of being the narrator).

This was originally a story about a boy's grandfather, who reportedly went "Looking for Neptune" and can still be found to this day in the sea spray on a misty day. But the last sentences.... well....... not to spoil things, but to spoil things.


"My grandfather was found two weeks later wrecked on a small rocky island, starved to death. It turned out he had been drunk the whole legendary conversation. It was the last time anybody had ever talked to him. I don't think we'll ever know if he really was 'looking for Neptune' like he said."
 
Part 1: It turns out Saturn is beautiful after all ----- but I've run out of words to describe it
Part 2: Mercury burns brightest in the night sky ----- you told me it would be so
Part 3: Somewhere in the Solar System, Pluto mourns ----- the words we want to say get stuck in our throats

And here we have Part 4. It's actually a blackout poem, but I didn't have a way to put the original piece of paper on here. The poem was also turned into a short story and taken up by my school's Improvisation club (music kids, no sheet music) and made into a piece of music.

:)

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