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R.I.P., Arthur C. Clarke
(There is always a last time for everything.)
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
Another of the Great Ones is gone.
Thank you for everything, Sir Arthur, and Godspeed.
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
Another of the Great Ones is gone.
Thank you for everything, Sir Arthur, and Godspeed.
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