Falling Stars
Apr09

Falling Stars

(9 Olaesta 5115; during the false dawn, an aside from the Harp) Stars fell into almost dawn’s fire as she wrought music from me I did not know I could even conceive. Phrases that are deep in wonder, weightless as magic, and driving our song to a new, immersive work of layered inspirations. I tell her my pleasure in this. She seems to warm to me for an instant. I sing her name. I sing my name; I sing my love of her in ardent...

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