A picture I did not take, a lone figure laying on the roof of an
orange house. The wide expanse of starry sky above her, encompassing her,
within her. Stars close enough to grasp and as bright as her eyes. Had it not
been for the light pouring from the many stars there would have been a
pressing darkness. But for the moment, the light played and exposed. The familiar
chirping of crickets drowned out all noise and a faint smile etched itself on her
face. Her heart thumping to the beat of the moon and her skin covered with goose
bumps. She was as a child reunited with her favorite blanket, a mother
caressing the face of a distant son. The longing of her heart was, for the
moment, appeased.
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