Even the Sun is a Star
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
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Kudos
3
Kudos
She burns, not knowing
the light she is.
I imagine the universe began the way my own life begins: on a balmy summer evening, the first whispers of a fall breeze against my cheek. I am walking the path between two college courtyards, the grass wet with dew, a dim, perfect halo... Continue →