On Stars and Eyelashes
Gazing at the night sky, watching the stars come out to play. Catching glimpses of them twinkling. Soft white lights dancing, delicately against a stark backdrop.
A single star shooting across, triggering the instinct to wish and pray upon it. As always my thoughts immediately turn to you. Wishing upon every shooting star I see. Upon every fallen eyelash. In lieu of wishing for my happiness, my heart prays for yours.
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