Daaks

………………………………..A transmission to my son: sometimes i can catch a glimpse of you through the slipstream our galaxies al- most align THEN we can both Hear and See and SPEAK! The super-nova brilliancy of it is… . . . everything. those moments so precious i i must i must (just breath, just breath) …please

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