The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. — Muriel Rukeyser
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. — Muriel Rukeyser
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. — Muriel Rukeyser
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. — Muriel Rukeyser
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms. — Muriel Rukeyser
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The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

— Muriel Rukeyser
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