When the Universe Celebrates Itself

One this day, an eye blink ago, relatively,
this tiny corner of the cosmos was born.
Today, all that exists whispers, “Happy Birthday to me.”

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Written (a week late) in response to the Ink in Thirds Three Line Thursday prompt: Celebrate

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