Look
Look We’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. —Oscar Wilde A doe, crossing to new pasture lies broken on the road fawn bleats, soft ears swiveling wide-eyed Newborn slides into the midwife’s arms blinks and stares quiet in the low-lit room What does she see? I sit at twilight, wait watch, eyes probing the deepening sky
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How gorgeous! Love the feeling of being there, observing and expanding and looking at the night sky. Thank you.