Saturday, November 2, 2013

"Looking at Orion. Asking why? You left me images. Visible traces of long ago. Vestages of starlight. A million years ago. Company for a journey long after you've gone. I pretend that you are here now. Be here now. But somewhere, I hear my teachers voice,

"The starlight you see? Died along time ago."

The Magic of Starlight.

c anne ford




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