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"if the Webb tells us stars are still being born and die,"
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songs in revery
we work with the magic of all things
we draw on that power and light up like stars we watch, looking for miracles and see if broken things and people find their fix and repairs we wait for news from around the corner, from some distant planet or universe being born we know news comes slowly from distant worlds even if the Webb tells us stars are still being born and die we remember something about black holes realizing if we are swallowed we likely won’t know, we could mourn now and wonder how that would help, we work with the magic of all things and know that includes the all of what we know which may be less than we think, it’s likely we cannot fathom the depths of the ocean even though we have its measurements it’s likely we can’t see the beginnings of beginnings, yet the Light does not sleep rather dreams about singing in revery Vertical Divider
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