L. V., I Found This Poem Back When We Refused To Believe That The Stars Were Lying To Us

The Flammarion engraving is a wood engraving by an unknown artist that first appeared in Camille Flammarion's L'Atmosphère: Météorologie populaire (1888).

The image depicts a man crawling under the edge of the sky, depicted as if it were a solid hemisphere, to look at the mysterious Empyrean beyond. The caption underneath the engraving (not shown here) translates to "A medieval missionary tells that he has found the point where heaven and Earth meet..."

You have mirrors instead of eyes. If you had it your way, the Earth would be flat.

We’ll walk forever without ever meeting a second time.

We’ll walk away from each other until we fall right off the edge.

L. V., i found this poem back when we refused to believe that the stars were lying to us

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very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
very very very very very very very very very
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