// you can write here too. no name, no photo, just a number.
> write yoursOne day God gathered a group of souls and said: we're going to do something interesting.
We go down to this planet, you explore it however you want, then meet me back here.
I'm curious what you bring. Put on these suits. They're called people.
When you're done, leave them where they fall.
The suits were clumsy at first, then practical, then hard to move in.
So they went. They ran, they built, they broke, they loved, they cried.
Some came back with expensive things. Some with souvenirs.
Some came with damaged suits, some came damaged themselves. Some came playing the flute.
Some came empty handed, and others laughed at them.
And some never came.
They were already there,
having left behind more than they arrived with.
// this was written by someone you'll never know.
// you can write here too. no name, no photo, just a number.
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