milky way
It is dark outside on my lawn.
Lying in my underwear, with the coarse grass scratching against my back, I look up at the stars. It is the same patch of inky sky that I can see from the window of my bedroom in this stifling house of mine.

But outside, the stars are uncloaked and naked, and there are more. So many more.
Now I know that they have never left me.

2011-01-30
8:31 p.m.
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