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In the Stars

Meet me in the stars

my precious little ones.

And we will dance

and play

and love

without the endings

human life

must eventually bring.

red and blue hot air balloon floating on air on body of water during night time
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. πŸ’•

4 replies on “In the Stars”

Aren’t they, just. πŸ™‚ Sometimes, I think the happiest of thoughts are born of the saddest times. So, really, sadness becomes quite beautiful if you sit with it for long enough. Well. That’s what I think, anyway. πŸ™‚

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