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May 2015
I lay upon the ground so cold in the darkness that encapsulates me.
As I look above how bright the stars shine above, the longer, the harder I stare at just one just one the brightest star of all.
It holds me in place, I can not move, almost seemingly coming closer.
I feel the warmth, the heat of the light it shares with me, no longer no longer a cold night.
The heat of the star allowing me to relax and move the thoughts in my mind.
Just that one brightest star.
Christine M Harrison
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Christine M Harrison  New York
(New York)   
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