finishing up some freelance editing and finally look out my window to a cascade of winter stars that reminds me of a favorite poem by amy nawrocki. so, happy dreams, one and all. i'll leave you with it:
Hatch the next star
I say to the sky, sipping
on the pearly edge
of wonderment. Teach me
the ancient zigzag to map
my own cosmos and
pilot my way to silver
sovereignty.
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