“The universe is constantly expanding,” he explained in his didactic tone, briskly pacing the linoleum. “Not just at the edges, but the spaces between, too.” She sat silently, watching her raisin bread dough slowly rise. They were like those raisins in yeasty dough, or two celestial bodies, drifting gently apart.
Illustrated by Jason Viola of ManateePower.com
Story originally published on March 7, 2011
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