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Wondrous Heavens? No Wonder. (poem)

Skyward dots…Changing. Growing. My description fails to explain a monumental beauty.

I’m alone.

Why are my peers sunblind? They forget the moment the moon hid, when a sky-long shimmer dimly gleamed.

Black canvas peppered white… what an incredible riddle! Ancients look through the night, a translucent band in the middle.

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