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Hot, still

Early August after nightfall.

Walking on the beach in Petoskey,

The cold damp stone is firm

beneath my feet.

I look up.

The stars fill the sky like sand on a

black table.

One streaks across the sky.

I wish.

The heavens fill my eyes and soul.

I'm travelling

Up there.

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