There was a magnificent machine that ticked and ticked
and ticked away. Its mechanisms were smooth and
consistent, never failing to rotate. Come daylight,
come eventide. Spin. Spin.
Spin.
The machine was always well cared for. It sparkled. A
scintillating glitter! People would note with wonder
the brilliance of the machine's cogs. They were
central to the machine's operation. They held
the
machine together. Without the cogs there would be no
machine. A no show.
The machine was built up of many cogs of all
different shapes and sizes. Each cog shone to a
different degree. Some dazzled brightly whilst others
glimmered and gleamed. Some of the cogs were of grand
proportions, whilst others were miniscule. The tiniest
cog had the most intricate of features. Detail itself.
It did not shine as brightly as the other cogs though.
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