Title: Opcional

Text: Great A'tuin the tur­tle comes, swim­ming slow­ly through the inter­stel­lar gulf, hy­dro­gen frost on his pon­der­ous limbs, his huge and an­cient shell pocked with me­te­or craters. Through sea-​sized eyes that are crust­ed with rheum and as­ter­oid dust, he stares fixed­ly at the Des­ti­na­tion. In a brain big­ger than a city, with ge­olog­ical slow­ness, He thinks on­ly of The Weight. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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