A tender faraway galaxy conceals itself in the folds of time. Nothing is linear. Time is stacked, held together by a rubber band. When it snaps, stare into the void and fall open and out, completely. The instant of recognition will always be now. In the meantime, light a candle for all things far gone and out because if you see a tiny star in the sky winking at you, it’s probably Vega.
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Today: the color of a raging fire, the murky depths of ocean jasper, music in the key of E, the song of the red-whiskered bulbul, and the fiery tenacity of fuchsia honeysuckle.