"Good evening stars!" I say as I lay down on slightly sloping shingles. "How are you?" This of couse is a silly question, seeing as stars are always wonderful. But still they wink their greeting at me, as they have always done. The Great Trident (as I call it) sits right above me, staring down, ready at any moment to strike away my anxiety, worry, or regret. That's nice of him. For a while I lay down, crying, then laughing over this silly life. Then I get up, blow them all a goodbye kiss, and climb back inside.
Cool huh?
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