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  • Tonight I'm sleeping under the stars. Of course I sleep under the stars every night because I'm not in heaven, or out of the Milky Way. But usually there's a roof between us, a piece of tissue paper separating me from the burning balls of fire. Tonight there is nothing but cool September air, as if the expanding universe cares about Wednesday, or Autumn. The stars look like specks but if I stood next to one then I would be the speck, and if the whole country stood next to one we would be a bigger speck, but still a speck.

    The universe is a cold dark place speckled with billions of balls of burning gas, and the garden in our front yard is sprouting roses. Three different colors. And when we clip them and give them away we don't feel quite as small anymore, and with energy from one of the stars more roses grow. Year after year they grow and we are proud of them.

    (Photo by NASA. The remains of a 'sploded star)
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