∞ the solitude of prime numbers ∞

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The girl was charmed by it, and reached out both hands to pluck the pretty plaything [...] She lifted her voice in a cry, calling upon father Zeus, the almighty and good. But no one, god or mortal, heard her voice.

And if that is all meaningless, I want to be cured of a craving for something I cannot find, and of the shame of never finding it.

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