Starry, Starry Night

I love the stars that blanket the sky.  Their shimmering surfaces, shrouded in winking flames.  Perhaps I love them for the secrets they hold.  Born from nebulae, living for millions of years before exploding into a supernova, what a glorious name for death.  We become spirits that roam the earth, but they shimmer with the …

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