Five little squirrels sitting on a tree, the first one said, what do I see?
I gazed past my little angel giggling and mumbling her little rhyme. Behind her was the face that launched me to sail my sunken ship, straight up the northern shores where the majestic auroras are kept.
Its inner glow radiates outwardly and shone on me that I wasn’t able to see the fine details of its source. I thought it was making me temporarily blind.
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On my middle aged quest to find meaning, I turned to astronomy.
I have a dream. I dreamed of lilies and wildflowers that have begun to spring on the dry desert sands of the gloomy northwest.
On top of this magnificent hill I whimper.













