"We picture ourselves as the stars, the tragic heroes, the bizarre and awkward central characters of our own great American coming-of-age movie. We become the suns, the all-important focal points, of our own twisted solar systems. But the planets that orbit around us—which pull in so incredibly close to us at times, then almost helplessly drift farther and farther away—these are the bodies that, when nearby, set our atmospheres ablaze and alter our compositions, making permanent impressions on our surfaces. This is the burning, searing, enduring mark of love."
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