They meet at the edge of the world— the soft, pink pillow of the sun and the cold, navy runway of the stars— two as different as they come. And if they refused to be seen together, the children of earth would live and die without ever seeing a sunrise.
Read more "Night and Day"I am a window– only a window, hammered into wall, held between the worlds: I know the feel of sunshine and of dusty, closed off rooms. I am not stained glass, not a holiday of my own– just transparency. But if You’ll take water and soap and scrub the dirt from my face and set […]
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