terre.
Do go look at this, please. That picture breaks my heart wide open.
I’ve never seen anything so perfect.
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I live on the most remote land mass on Earth. And it’s so tiny that it’s not even visible on the enlarged version of this photo. Yet the IRS (substitute your favorite Federal agency’s three-letter acronym here) would require no more than 45 seconds to locate me. Why is that?