Even now I look to the stars and their ravenous desire to explode. And I
can’t help but wonder: do you watch them still?
Like the night we threw the blanket on the dirt, drifted into the swirls above us, and
invited unexpected talk of forever into the conversation.
Perspective crashed us back to earth, as we realized that
solar, lunar, astronomical, nebulous wonders can’t
eclipse how we greet each other in the ordinary.
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Cheryl Wray
I'm a trained journalist who now dreams of writing fiction.
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