A Short SF Vignette - Pluto Waiting! ((A Primitive Story) (in Poetic Prose))

I live, on the planet Pluto. I live like mist, vapor in a kind of impregnable bright bubble, as thick as the old walls of Troy. Waiting, I'm always waiting, it is all I know. I see the cold stars of night and the glitter of the sun- At times I see the blue planet called Earth, it is nearly as old as Pluto. It is hard for me to explain who I am, when I really don't know what I am, or how I came about. I need comparisons! And I know of none! Thus, I cannot explain. I am lonely and old, I know that.

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