I didn’t know that when I could see stars clearly, it would mean that the old life was over. That the things I’d done were not on a continuum, but were the things I did, was supposed to do, when I was young, before I settled down. In Yucca Valley the lights of the town had made it too bright to see anything. Cover up the string lights by the pool with y…
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