Body embraced by an old lawn chair, bare feet nestled in cold, dewy grass, drowsy eyes focus on an ancient patch of sky where Perseus attempts to liberate Andromeda, and a sad Cassiopeia, Queen of the Sky… slowly reels forward in her chair. Overhead Venus shines effervescent, like some cosmic spotlight on an ethereal stage. Where I the sole audience, sit and wait in early morning darkness. Silence reigns among darkened homes where those alseep are missing the big show. The gift arrives like some great firefly in the midsummer night air, a stroke of blazing white light dazzles my...
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