via Perfection.


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  1. I’d seen the stars painted and splotched across the skies. To tell twists and tales that stretch on endlessly. The stars have not forsaken me in this crowded, empty place.

    I squint up at one glint of light in the sky. Probably something small like that. Not so infinitely far away, a true light in that ocean of darkness. Just a reflection against out of into the abyss of space, It gets brighter. A comet, I guess it’s possible. A shooting star…

    What could it be?

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