Thursday, February 06, 2003Tonight was very cold and very clear...I could look up into the vault of heaven forver, I could see past the stars, past the planets, past everything...I stared until I felt my eyes burn, and when I closed my eyes, the stars were still there, imprinted on my eyelids, reminding me of when I was small, before I needed glasses, when at night I could see chains of dust in the air, and how odd I thought it was, all these floating dots of color, and how almost comforting the blurriness was, when it came, although it came so slow I did not know it was there until I was told.
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