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The sun is huge as it gives the illusion of gliding silently across the dome of a gradient sky, and for a second I'm positive that someone replaced yesterdays sun with a new one. Being the sun is a hard job. One wouldn't think so - after all, its only task is to hang in space, burning and being heavy, keeping the planets in its territory with its heft. But imagine the lifespan of a star, spent twiddling thumbs of flame and watching hunks of matter orbit around you, the center of a community, but still an outcast in your steadfastness. When you squint your eyes, the small glows of infinite distant stars pierce through the haze of all your che