Tonight's a dark one accented with the sound of peepers and filled with the smell of rain. They say snow's on the way as part of all that weather battering its way east. A backpack arrived in the mail for me today. The cardboard shipping box sat soggy on the doorstep. I thought to myself as I picked it up that the stars we see are actually images from the past just like the me I'm imagining is. I became aware of myself walking up the driveway. A stranger in darkness. Becoming something else isn't sad.
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