“Now, open your eyes.” She felt him unwind from her. She opened her eyes. It took a second to see, to comprehend. Before her, above her, was the darkest of nights, shattered by a billion shards of pinprick light. A billion specks of stars, a blanket covering the world. So clear, so full, so immense. She gasps, mouth open, eyes wide. She is in awe, lost in silence, she shrinks into insignificance. The heavens are upon her, as she has never seen them before. “It is so beautiful” she whispers. He takes her in his arms. She starts to cry.
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Michael Saunders
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