stars
those years taught you more about yourself than the rest of your lift. the difficulties of those days, weeks, months are as much as part of you as the scars that mark your skin. they remind you of what it took to get where you are. what was lost. what was gained. what has yet to be reestablished. you look to the sky, marveling at the brightness of the stars above, as one by one they unfurl like flowers on a bed of ebony
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