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   Once upon a time there was a delicate pansy growing in a beam of
   sunlight in nourishing patch of soil.
   Farther around the pansy, sometimes aliens and borg that had
   fractalized spacetime would be ripping things to shreds, but near the
   pansy everything was peaceful.
   The sunlight spoke to the pansy, saying things like "it's safe to grow
   over this way a little" and "there's sweetness and quenching water with
   this kind of growing". And the pansy spoke to the sun, the soil, and
   the spacetime aliens, saying things like "petals are beautiful for
   spreading more pansies", and "pansy life can sprout and sustain where
   it knows it can be".