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THE FRAGMENTS OF OLiViA

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A summer storm in June 2013. The sun is setting; it is 8:33 pm

I am searching for a star in the heavens, one that possesses an exceptional luster and that has not yet been discovered. I am using the telescope that I made with my own hands, with much love and that I am tremendously proud of.

It is not conventional, no, it is not; it spirals into itself like a giant sea snail that, when stretched out, measures three hundred and twelve point seven hundred and forty-five kilometers long. But if it is stretched out straight it is useless. What makes it unique is the spiral.

Defying all scientific laws, this spiral permits me to see, in real time, what is happening in all of the secret corners of the sky. Just like that. What I see, is. Anyone who happens to look through a normal telescope, binoculars or anything else will just see a photograph. If the sky was a window on an Internet navigator, it might be enough to press the F5 to update it. Too bad it's not that simple!

Everyone knows that if a star is twenty-nine light years away and disappears, it would take us twenty-nine years to witness the event.

An authentic step backward for this gentleman in love!

Especially when one wants to give, as a present to his loved one, a nebulous or a star so striking it would equal her beauty (as though that were possible, Darling) so that it could justly carry her name. I have been trying for months to offer Olivia a star, but the idea of giving to her a 29-year-old image just doesn't convince me. I thought about giving in and giving her this ordinary gift but warning her first: Olivia, I will give you this star, but you must know that it is a portrait of what it was one hundred and thirty years ago. You will never live long enough to see what it looks like today.

I know this would make her sad, and therefore, my dear Olivia, I love you so much that I have wound up physics in a big snail shaped...

The storms calmed. It smells like rain and this fragrance soaks my bones; between the clouds there are openings, the sky is cleaner than it has ever been. And there it is! The most beautiful star...it is so worthy of you.

I searched through my files to see if someone had already found it. I introduced the coordinates and... I don't believe it! It has already been discovered...! But it has a horrendous name! It is just a mere and sad number. The amateur astrologer who discovered it was named Alan and his last name was German and unpronounceable.

The most recent image does not have the aspect that I can see through my spiraled telescope. But of course, it is seven light years away. And what they see is not what is... Olivia!

It is as beautiful as you!