∞ 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.

There is a mysterious force which draws together those who constantly think of each other. Fools call it ‘coincidence’.